I left home in search of the cold the months had promised me
The low scrub were silent, but sspoke up as I passed
The low scrub said lie with me
I saw it rustle in the wind and seduce me
One of those hairless human who worships the night inside of sleep
I approach the woods and enter slowly and softly spready the branches easily
Pushing through into the unknown pretending I'm not afraid
The soft needles of the evergreens to cushion my steps
The ferns curl to my touch and tell me my caress is unique
The spores dust the dusk and I'm smitten