In the Woods

She walked in dappled brown
The trees emboldened in
Their bare embrace
Reached down, carressed
her freckled frown
from their anchored
heights to touch her face

A pile of tiny bones
Ivory needles in forgotten
Threads.  Small
Among the roots and rotten
Acorns put away
Peeked out and shuddered
Hid itself away

Circled round like fiddlefern
Tiny boxes, vertebrae
soft as chalk
And fragile whispered
Under baby's breath
Don't leave

She knelt, blinded by the dapples
Darting through the trees
That sighed and shivered.
Enchanted by its size,
She lay beside it gently
Closed her eyes and smiled