red leaves and bright berries

she sees red leaves and bright berries,
to dig herself out of the dark.
to make herself merry,
to awaken the quark.
to run from the sparkless

world she does not
comprehend,
an escape from the torment
that does not seem to end.
to hide from the ones
who cannot read her signs,
a safe harbor from sorrows,
created by her
own mind...

                                                 photo taken apres yoga