Pink clouds dabbed sketchily
behind black silhouettes
of maple, fir, cedar.
Not a breath of air
and yet one long fern frond
waves back and forth stealing my attention,
tickling wonder once again
I wonder what is moving it.
Must be some tiny creature or bird
underneath, causing it to sway,
a frog maybe or even one of those illusive wood fairies.
©2016 Sharron R. McMillan