A Dance In the Forest
The mossy path entices me
To the place where faeries dance
And pixies cavort,
Where dozens of bejeweled butterflies are whirling,
Dipping then soaring then bowing down
Around a single golden mushroom
Until millions of it's sparkling spores are released
Into the filtered light of spring's blue moon.
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2021
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