The Lady of the Forest ...
Cloaked in mossy disarray ...
Dances away the hours ...
Impatient for Spring's warmth ...
She will be gone by summer ...
Dancing to a different Season.
Cloaked in mossy disarray ...
Dances away the hours ...
Impatient for Spring's warmth ...
She will be gone by summer ...
Dancing to a different Season.
She dances in the green, she dances against the sky. Who knows, perhaps she is the guardian who stands next to the porthole where the faeries enter our world?
ReplyDeleteIt seems that might be so.
Clytie, I love how your words dance so gracefully out of your mind in perfect prose. Your photo is lovely as well!
ReplyDeletebe well and happy :)
hugs,
Pam