At the Day of an Autumn Morning

At the dawn of an autumn morning, a child was left on a lane where leaves danced to the ground as though they had trained to be ballerinas.
The child had a mat of black hair and was small as that of a fairy's child. Rumour has it she was.

She was swathed in many clothes, but clothes by none. It was by way of this that we realise the child is of a delicate, ladylike stature.

By her side lay three parcels and a note.

Found in this manner was she, three weeks later, by a witch - white, mind you, meaning she ws not that of a villainous mind.

Fifteen years later, the witch was at death's door, and the child was left alone in the world, with none but ten cats. Disease stealing their lives until one remained, at wits end.

She returned to her birth lane, and alighted her eyes upon a male stature with eyes that mirrored the depths and colour of the ocean on a cloudless day.

Lost was her heart from that first second, so too was his.

They were married on a day in autumn much like the one she was born upon. A white dress flowed down her slender frame like a waterfall. A delicate ring entwined itself around her fingers.

Her first child was born not long after and they lived contentedly.

Alas, not all stands still in life, and eventually their bodies were laid to rest, even though their immortal souls live forever more.

by Mieke