Beeches & Rainbows

We took rest on a log in a woodland
surrounded by beech trees.
We had veered off a walking trail �"
I forget who’d led the way
but there was no protest.

We were engaged in talks now long forgotten
but I’m certain they were of a most intimate nature.
The distinguished yet unfortunate tree,
which rested on the ground as if slain in battle,
provided comfortable seating.
Its charm obscured the imminent decay
and so we’d been drawn to it without as much as a suggestion.

We soaked up the ambiance
whilst I counted
the gentle streaks of sunlight
on her rainbow thighs.

 

© Heath Muchena

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