Stripling

in the flickers of their eyes
and celerity of their movement
hiding seek against the wind
I am ten going on ten
reliving unambiguously
amid monstrosities of trees
dancing in unblemished unison
toes twinkling in moonlight
capturing barefooted beams
an incessant iridescence
innately reborn and adorned in red

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 04/03/2010 1:51 am est