Hidden

On the hillside, moss covered rocks are pushed in the bluffed ridge facing the grassy knoll.

The ferns have plummed out, fanning from in between the rocks, outlining and veinous, defining the rockery.

Tulips, red, and variagated, yellow wave like flaming tongues in the slow winds and the reedy grasses.

The stone steps pathing the walk, zig and zag, sashaying through the tall massive shoulders of the trees.

It is wet, a misty air, breathyand sighing.

Blooms have released their tired and browning, pinkish laces. The daffodils are leaving.

The red leafed maple has finally covered her branches with her tiny pointed fingerlings.

Her umbrella keeps her underlyings dry and secret..

Hidden.

Raine Les 4/29/2008