Iridescence

It was as if with every frisky step she infused bits of her soul into the dying foliage, breathing it back to verdant life. The valley before me resuscitated,

As fronds and leaves popped into existence with rejuvenated effervescence.  Perhaps it was not the swing in her hips, the coquettish grin or the skittish hint

Of love in her eyes that shook them out of their slumber into untimely frondescence. Perchance they were the lucky ones, the more fortunate beings who were immune

To the trickeries of sweet seduction, the charm of her playful exuberance. But I could see that the wind had succumbed to her intoxicating scent, much like my heart.

Its spirit wandered blissfully in the labyrinth of luscious locks, lost in the many folds of her emerald skirt that teased with every swirl.  And much like the wind,

My lusting heart craved for a taste of salty amber skin as she led me further into the depths of oak and fern. It was then that I realized, her vivacity

Had instilled a strange coveting in the plodding trees. Mesmerized, I followed her iridescence as we walked under the viridescent shades of growing envy.

~ By Tanya~

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Me being inspired by me for a change, thanks to my friend who clicked this rather beautiful picture, all the while ensuring that I don’t fall off the most treacherous cliff ever! This is all fiction, I could never be that awesome. 🙂