Tornadic Roses

In the Autumn Air
In the Forest
Among the Trees
That are dosing off
For the Winter.

Under an
Overcast Sky.

A young woman
Walks
In the Nude
In the forest.

She isn’t making
Much sound
Except for the leaves
Under her feet.

She walks
Straight
Fair
And full of Grace.

Her Chestnut Hair
Reaches to her waist.

And all the way
From head
To toe.

From her
Frail Face
Protruding Breasts
To her Hips
Down to her Pale Feet.

A silent wind
Drifts past
The last few leaves
Fall from the Trees.

She runs her hands
Along the bushes
Seemingly appearing
To be petting the
Rosebushes.

The wind
Gently
Begins to gain.

She stops to
Take a branch
From a bush.

Playing with it
Twisting
And Tying.

She puts a
Crown of Small Twigs
On her head.

Rising her hands up
With the wind
Picking up.

Corresponding
With her rising
And falling
Strokes.

The wind picks up
As her hands
Steadily Rise.

The Roses Pedals
Twist
And fall
At her feet.

She walks
Slowly onward.

Her arms
Are at shoulder-length.

The pedals
Then lift off
The Ground
And Circle her
As if caught
In a Gale.

With her Crown
Of Small Twigs
The Pedals
Circle her
Restlessly.

They Drift Upwards
Above her Head.

Twisting
Turning
Swarming
Around her.

Then quite suddenly
The Rose Pedals
Drift up
Towards the Sky
And so does She.

Leaving no trace
Of her presence.

The Rose Pedals
Drift up
And away
To the Overcast Sky.