Orb of Mystery by Lindsey H.

That day the wood was a seeming fright

Its sky was dressed in a cold, cold, white;

The trees stood barren on the leaf strewn floor

And the wind howled its dull roar

A mysterious orb formed in the tree’s path

Looking human-like in the sunlight’s bath;

She seemed to be wearing a magenta smock

Her parasol in one hand and in the other a clock

It was time to leave the wood in a haunt was sensed

In their pockets they had their cellphones clenched;

Was it the sun’s beams playing tricks with their minds

Or was it really a woman well past her time

Out of the wood they quickly fled

And couldn’t help wondering “Was she dead?”