Wood nymph, goddess of the trees,
how splendid! couched in loveliness
no creature may fully behold!
Yet I have, on particular mornings,
in crepuscular radiance seen,
(O brightest eyes!) flitting light,
recognition that love was born
here on the restless, unseeing ground
that we might occasionally recall:
life was meant for something
more than living and doing,
but breathlessly witnessing
angel presence in our midst,
wonder of the morning,
herald of the light,
comfort of dawn,
swan of day,
loveliest
sight.
Christopher M. Swan, “Song of Susan,” 2008
Through the breeze driven fluttering foliage
sunlight licks lasciviously upon her skin.
Through the diaphanous dress that surrounds her
it warms her as her frenzied frolic begins.
In her rarefied rapture she prances,
ending sublime stasis from the night before
when suitor satyrs did woo her,
a legend legacy from days of yore.
Now alone in her wandering woodland
she dances dangerously close to free,
to the magical music of birdsong,
lithe limbs twisting beneath her trees.
She tosses tousled hair to the morning,
with artistic abandon she flies,
among the sun speckled leaves of her true loves
who brush branches to signal their sighs.
.
'long thuh long
arm
hern rests
Purty
her legz
drape each it's
side
"comfortably"
thuh poet writes
Her belly
firm 'gainst it's girth
whilst
her chin rests in her
propped up mitt via
hern petite's taut
arm
And whilst her visage
smilez
she starez up
"Ahh"
herz gasps
peek'n through thuh
canopy
az she spy'z an eagle
spiral'in thuh open
Her curious guess
"it's spy'n
my beauty"
A beautiful house faerie asked a wood nymph if they could trade places for a day, if she could get freed.
Delighted wood nymph who thought the woodlands were boring by her 3rd year, rapidly agreed.
The beautiful darling house faerie loved the wild violets, the mushrooms, the moss, and all the different colors of green in the woods.
Ornery wood nymph loved the satin and silk sheets, the fluffy down pillows, the cinnamon smells from the kitchen, and lots of other house goods.
Wood nymph was worried that beautiful house faerie would call and say “Let’s trade back,” so she shut off the ringer of her I-phone of black.
And beautiful house faerie was so happy in the woods that she stopped answering her phone, because she never wanted to trade back.
Neither received a phone call ever again….
If you happen to see a Wood Nymph,
Don’t look away or blink your eyes;
Cause she’ll disappear without a trace,
If you take her by surprise;
Don’t look away or blink your eyes,
As she sways to the soft blowing breeze;
If you take her by surprise,
The wood nymph may dance away;
As she sways to the soft blowing breeze,
Cause she’ll disappear without a trace;
The wood nymph may dance away,
If you happen to see a 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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