The Oak Dragon





Last night, midnight, the windows are ajar; after the rainstorm. We have the urge to breathe that cool earthy damped air.
Morning is hazy, impossible to decipher.
One might as well stride out to find a dragon, in this mysterious weather. We take the long route, enchanted by pastoral views.
The path is a tractor track, bumped and pocked with bird prints. Off track is waist high in the smoking grass pollen. To the riverside is a climb; through barbed wire, nettles, brambles, thistles; over steep muddied slipways.
And if I didn't push through that, I would never know of this fallen tree dragon.

Walk, marvel, make a beautiful life.


Comments

Bhavya N said…
Wow! That is such a magnificent dragon you've got!
19 June 2013 at 08:02
Suze said…
Thank you.
23 June 2013 at 01:47
Geo. said…
Just wanted to let you know I've traveled back in time to tell you of a link to this post I included in May,17,2017 entry in "Trainride Of The Enigmas". I've recognized your benevolent dragon many times in the intervening years and am overjoyed with each appearance.
18 May 2017 at 00:36
Chicken said…
I see it! And then, I guess, it became a Normacloud.
21 May 2017 at 13:50
Lisa Southard said…
That's a lovely thought :-)
21 May 2017 at 19:49
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