if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind. (poetry)

Tread carefully here
because there might be danger
lurking
on this sunny hillside
this late afternoon.
Be wary
of paper thin summer dresses
and
picnic baskets

You do not expect to find a witch there
But she expects you,
enchants you
surrounded by honeysuckle
restraint sidetracked by her fingertips,
logic swept away by her mane
another victim of the breeze.