[The Fairy tale of Kathryn from Franklin, NH. She continues to flutter throughout the foothills of the White Mountains and the Lakes Region]
leaving with last light of dusk,
I watched her silhouette fade
into the dark tree line.
to mark and soften her path.
Trees in the forest bend their branches
to shed moonlight on the walkway
for an old friend.
with her straw-basket beaming bright.
Not only for me, but for all she greets.
Sharing evenings shedded
*[Edited from original draft]~