Periwinkle

[freevortex]

Quiet
Lying on the grass
A book in hand.
A shadow crosses her face
The character’s in trouble?
Tired of reading
She glances up
Cocks her head
Listening
The wind whispers its secrets to her
About days long since passed
Stretching, she stands
Steps into the wood
Steps into a world so different
Yet strangely familiar.
It seems to her that her friend
The character in her book
Might step out at any moment and greet her.
He comes
And leads her to a safe place
Away from the dim, eerie wood
He shows her a clearing
Periwinkle flowers and the deep green grass welcome her
He tells her to continue his story.