a soft sun-lit shaft
steals silent
between the shimmered morning
maidenhair
moist in the fecund dreams
of a young girl
a solitary tree
stands proud
chained to the floor of the wood
its verdant head
pulsing
with the risen sap
of one last summer morning
autumn beckons
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