In The Woods

They are the very picture of contented
consanguinity, the devoted pair
strolling comfortably together
mother and daughter, a delightful
sight to those they meet and greet.
Fair-skinned, round-faced, facial
features prettily perched upon
swanlike necks, their smiles warm
the privileged upon whom they are
proffered. Their Irish heritage a
match for grass-green eyes and fire
flamed hair, cropped and curly for
the mother, long and flowing for
her daughter. Their relationship is
clearly one of need and fulfillment
each offering the emotional nurturing
the other craves, their symbiosis a
lesson in motherly and filial love.
The sylphlike form of the younger
is captivating and somehow eerily
fey. Look, have you noticed? They're
wearing long, graceful gowns.
Passingly odd garb for a casual
walk along a woodland trail under
overcast skies, gloom settling
into the forest as dusk arrives, a
light breeze ruffling their hair and
flowing dresses, ephemeral yet
real; not so peculiar perhaps if
they truly are woodland nymphs.