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.


Bhavya N said…
Wow! That is such a magnificent dragon you've got!
Suze said…
Thank you.
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.
Chicken said…
I see it! And then, I guess, it became a Normacloud.
Lisa Southard said…
That's a lovely thought :-)

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