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I am here in the cascading swell of the waterfall.

I linger in the dark tranquil pools sheltered by the

boulders downstream.

I meander in the bluebells, brushing their azure heads

with my presence,

quivering their rubbery stems, shaking the dewy orbs

from their slumber.

I am here in the vanes of the discarded silky magpie's

feather ruffling in the breeze.

I lay dormant in the brittle sycamore seeds as they flutter to the floor.

The ferns fronds are a beautiful place to wait for you, hiding in

their ammonite spirals,

Or shaded by their laddered foliage.

I am here lent on the green railed bridge,

waiting.

Absorbing your mortal warmth as you catch me up,

lifting your dark curls as you rest, watching the river

reflected in your green iris.

I am here,

seeping into your muddy footprints as you turn and

Leave ~~~

Written by TRACEY LOUISE BRUNNING

Artwork '11 Flying lessons' by NADIA PERROTTA