Alapocas
The dodging Moon from high above
Sent forth its dreamy glow
A moving silence a glowing Dove.
Light reflected far below
The light so painterly
Filtered through the trees long bough.
I held my hands so as to see
Through misty leaves I peered
Then moving colors brushed by me.
Although I thought perhaps is weird
This display of natures charm
The forest floor was alive I feared
But meant no present harm
As tender Faeries brushed by my arm.
Toad
10-24-09
The dodging Moon from high above
Sent forth its dreamy glow
A moving silence a glowing Dove.
Light reflected far below
The light so painterly
Filtered through the trees long bough.
I held my hands so as to see
Through misty leaves I peered
Then moving colors brushed by me.
Although I thought perhaps is weird
This display of natures charm
The forest floor was alive I feared
But meant no present harm
As tender Faeries brushed by my arm.
Toad
10-24-09
