Into Woodland's Arms
As brushstrokes of wood’s tint start to alight
I drift through its edge in the gold of night,
Vibrant a cape rustling blooms on the hills
In a grandeur which mystifies and spills
An assemblage of heathers, grass that lay--
Much like jewels under moonshine’s display
That fireflies reel as if waking this space
Pursuing lost hope , its desired embrace:
Here my dream , now lonely , flows out to meet
Trances from past autumn’s love quite complete:
Beneath wind’s fragrance coasting near the shore,
I watch a sketch looming on forest- floor--
My dear man returns on this very spot
Enduring tough waves from a mangled yacht...
His blink humming about our woodland charms
In our grove, we fold upon eager arms.
Contest of Silent One: Into the Woods
Rhyme form: Couplet 1/09/2019
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2019
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