A cold bed of leaves - would are asleep.
Above – a sky of leaves –
branches of measured sadness,
loneliness.
A wild scream wakes the forest.
My frightened body flinches.
I take my heart in hands
and ask it to stop beating.
A wing ‘s wind rummages the bed of leaves.
My footprints disappear,
the forest becomes cold, unwelcoming.
I start running.
The insects shining in the rays of sun
dread me,
I hear a murmur of andante water flowing,
and I run, I run
to detach myself from loneliness.