HOME

BACK TO MAIN PAGE


Winter woods


 

 

 

 

The sun was getting low

and through a clearing

leaked a pale, faint flow

of beams, most alluring.


Zephyr came round and blew

hosts of stars from the sky

until glittering veils flew

among nigh trees to die.


Heart and mind almost fell

under the hour's spell

seeing in the brightness

dancing dryads' lightness.