A WHITE FOX UPON A NIGHT SKY
The moon shone like torchlight, over a clear
sky strewn with wispy cloud. As the
White Fox ran across it, under this vast canopy the earth. Fresh fallen leaves upon the damp ground,
below the dark cold still soil. Solid
rich old holding secrets, no frost this night a light breeze gently sways the
trees. Autumn time in the wilds, trolls
nocturnal guarding the forest. From the
age-old foe upon the plain.
Autumn things are slowing down as the year,
rolls to its end. The river flows
slower. As the year becomes dormant,
and asleep. The sun sleepily rises
across the vast landscape; rays of light reach the forest casting a deep orange
light into the dark silent forest.
The sun stretches further onto the plain,
rich and varied colours as it casts its beams across the land. The earth is becoming compressed, as winter
approaches to the dark time…