between the leaves

“between the leaves”


Midday.
A shaded path beside the stream.
The grass glows in the heat.
Damp earth rises - sharp, clean -
with a faint scent of wet bark.

A first gust
turns.
A curl of dust rises at my feet.
The air carries a metal tang.
The stream clicks over stone,
answered by a soft rustle
somewhere in the trees.

Light breaks hard on the water.
The grass shifts once.
A small shape gathers in the sway.
A colour moves between the leaves.
A name I once whispered
seems to lift with the wind.

She flickers -
a brief, bright slip of form -
and vanishes.






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Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

Such a beautifully quiet and vivid scene. I love how every detail—the stream, the dust, the light—builds tension and presence, and that final fleeting image is hauntingly delicate. It lingers in the mind long after reading.

[redd Brick Keshner]

And I have totally delighted in this review, Thomas. Thank you so much 🕊️🙏🏻

[Lorry]

Getting lost in a memory with tastes and smells so vivid that it like being back there.
Whenever it rains here on the forest I make sure to open my doors and windows for a free air freshener from old Ma Nature herself! 😆😀

[redd Brick Keshner]

Yes! The so refreshing and cleansing after-rain! A superb time and feel🕊️🙏🏻

[Chris Shaw]

My first Christmas Day read Freds and one that is relatable to this reader and will be for others. You set the scene and transported me. Beautiful work. Merry Christmas to you and yours.

Chris

[redd Brick Keshner]

And a Happy New Year to you and yours, Chris 🎄🎉🕊️🙏🏻
Freds.