Apparition

 

The sun withheld its presence on a drab grey

early spring day long before the forest canopy

fleshed its green buds, at a time when winter's

snow pack yet remained on the forest floor

and wind shuffled bare branches where tiny

birds sought shelter. Suddenly the appearance

of a spring mirage, as though a forest nymph

had emerged from a tree to smilingly confront

my presence, beside her two small naiads all

shyly stationed before the bridge crossing the

forest stream. Three narrow heads capped with

streaming hair of ebony glistening with a

fey mysterious light clad in pastels of floral

pink, leaf-green and molten gold. They led me 

to linger as we spoke the pleasantries of nature. 

I who love nature and they whose glowing

presence is nature's gift to the forest they inhabit.