Touched by the sun

a woman fell from the sky onto a cold snow bank

it saved her from breaking but the sun did not fight

off the chill down here, she struggled and clawed

her way to solid footing her hands numb from the

snow. her silky wind blown dress was not enough

to keep her warm as she trekked to no where known.

then she noticed red rose petals trailing off to a tree

in the distance she followed the crimson trail and saw

a sleeping oak tree she could hear the tree whisper

and she stroked it's dry bark, feeling its spirit.

suddenly the roots gave and she fell into the earth

rolling and thudding painfully to the bottom of a tavern

it was warmer down here . she stood slowly

seeing strands of light raining down into the cavern.

in the center was a stone table where a woman lay

sleeping, full figured and beautiful. with a green velvet

dress on. she walked closer to the woman on the table

and was compelled to kiss her and she woke with a smile.

she sat up " what a pleasant way to wake up"

" I couldn't resist, I 'm sorry " " don't be you were

destined to find me, we must wake the world from it's

cold slumber " " how? " and the woman in the soft green

dress embraced her gently and held her with growing

Warmth and as they embraced spring was born and life

began again.

    

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful and wonderful story shared dear Tina.
" I couldn't resist, I 'm sorry " " don't be you were
destined to find me, we must wake the world from it's
cold slumber " " how? " and the woman in the soft green
dress embraced her gently and held her with growing
Warmth and as they embraced spring was born and life
began again"
I loved the above lines. You made the reader believe and see. Thank you for sharing the amazing tale.
Coyote

[Tina]

Thank you very much

[Delmar Cooper]

Thank you for sharing this fabulous tale. I have enjoyed fables all my reading life and they are perhaps my longest memories of written word. One of my first books was an illustrated collection of fabulous stories most by Aesop, but I also enjoyed fables from cultures outside my own like american Indian fables. The ones that stick most strongly in my memory are those that make strong associations between the characters and the forces of nature or human traits these characters represent. These associations define the characters as wind, fire, earth and so on.

[Tina]

Thank you very much, I used to read Aesop fables when I was younger but forgot the stories, wish I still had the book.

[augustus]

Almost erotic! Perfectly written.

[Tina]

Thank you very much

[wordman]

the beginning of life,i liked it

[Tina]

Thank you very much

[wordman]

you`re welcome