Fringe Perceptions
Inspired by a dream...the kind of dream that happens in semi-conscious remembrance.
You were a tree. Not too short but not surpassingly lanky.The foliage wasn’t thick eitherand yet not scrimpy enoughto make the tree look shorn or deciduous. Ample light passed through the leaves.The elements were temperate,neither sultry, nor betraying a freeze. It was neither day, nor night,hard to tell the dark from bright. There was a placid rustleas the breeze politely shuffledacross the nubilous chaparral. I stood there knowing it is youand the flowers from the tree wereprofuse. They kept falling on and around me. © Chandra S., 2019