The Wood Nymph
She listens to the whispering of trees
and views the dance of wind on dew kissed leaves.
Surrounded by tall silhouettes, she sees
emerging patterns as each shadow weaves
the light that lingers on extended limbs.
Green arms reach up as if to glorify
the One whose hand (as light of sun now dims)
is splashing brilliant colors onto sky.
The wood nymph relishes her tranquil home,
the night owl's hoot, and soothing sounds of dark.
She now reclines beneath a leafy dome,
embraced by (and embracing) steadfast bark.
As Full Moon glows, her respiration slows,
then melds with breath of elm in deep repose.
6/25/2010
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