22 September – Woodland tricks

There’s something about woodland
that weaves tall tales from thin air,
then embroiders them
with thick undergrowth and dappled shade.
Life and story blur and meld
into something both and neither
as the impossible trespasses into truth.
Here, everything is close to being something else,
shifting shape or casting shadow
to wear imagination’s form as its own.
Today, there’s a fallen branch
emerging from the leaf mulch
with a face so suggestive of snake
that I hurry past its slithering
before it can follow me home.