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keeping watch for dragons #1 – woodland dragon

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Sometimes our grey woods are a mysterious place.  Something about the slant of the light, the way the trees stand like pillars supporting the sky, or the way pale moths climb on the forest dust, conjures myth from reality.

Last year as I walked on one of the paths, my eye was drawn to the single scale of a seed cone, lying on the forest floor.  Perhaps it had been dropped as a Grey Squirrel in the tree above nibbled on a pine cone.




Woodland Dragon



in the blackened stand

of jack pine


a single





©  Jane Tims 1998

Written by jane tims

March 17, 2012 at 8:08 am

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