Hair falls down her back
Alike to that of satin and silk
Knotted and tangled
The wild mane of a brumby
Flowing down its muscular neck
Well travelled across the wide planes of our earth
But on this particular day
The chestnut locks lay at rest
Dropped to the side of a slender pale neck
Relaxing in comfort
Curls drift down a bare back
Tips gently caressing
Feather light and bouncy
The volumes tickle her spine
The afternoon sun pours through the window pane
But besides the filtered bird calls
There is silence
Only the soft steady rhythm of breaths can be heard
As the little child rests
It has been a long day
YOU ARE READING
Memories of a Fallen Leaf
PoetryA collection of poetry and very short stories I have written. They are short and sweet Just passing thoughts I have Please tell me what you think
