Little fawn prancing in the clearing,
do you feel the frost?
It’s coating the blades of grass,
and dancing over tree roots.
It’s falling from the clouds like stardust
and catching in your lashes.
There’s a crisp feeling in the air,
a new season for you to explore.
Your mother guides you home
to hunker down amongst the branches.
Her winter coat will warm you
as she wraps her body around your smaller frame.
Winter whispers its arrival on the whirling winds
that sprinkle snow around you like down feathers falling from birds in flight.
A layer of snow coats the clearing where you skipped about now,
ready to hold the tracks of the other creatures who dance through.
About the Creator
Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
Reader insights
Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
Top insight
Excellent storytelling
Original narrative & well developed characters



Comments (1)
What a beautiful sense experience