sat between thick-gnarly, dirt-hued thighs,
girl cups a polished acorn—content, sighs;
summer-bared, toes wriggle deep in loam,
within low arms' embrace—knows she's home.
back to fissured flesh, so broad and warm,
autumn-child feels safe—secure from harm.
glancing up—sky worn in tangled meshes
dressed with random nests, bright auburn tresses.