Of Mysts and Runs

Caught during another run :)
Caught during another run 🙂

A happy pup tagged my heels,

Sprinted along the dense trees.

A pause. A pull. A keen beckon.

Off we went beyond the hidden rock

.

Over slick stones and mossy trunks

Following the trail of sleepy fireflies

Deeper and deeper we foraged

Until we opened upon a giant swamp

.

Wood faeries weaving silvery tranches

Schools of naughty nymphs tittering

A wise old elf smoking shapes from pipes

Pixies braiding butterflies from moon-dust

.

Lost in city smoke is this paradise

Lighted up by the dewy sunshine

A canvas of shades of eternal greens

Arena for forgotten magic at play

.

Goodbyes and farewells were heavy

Drizzling mist as soft as a lover’s kiss

Washed away the signs of our tryst

A solemn promise to keep it our secret.


An early morning run on top of a misty hillock in light showers with this tale playing in my head. Can life get any better? 🙂

 

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32 thoughts on “Of Mysts and Runs

  1. Capturing Light IN trees.. IS heArt..
    Dove.. Sun.. yes.. TREE AS fuLL..
    as i imagination and creativity..
    human being be’s eyes
    Nature True.. tHere
    NO limits.. human
    imagination and
    creativity..
    clearly
    SPELLS
    human
    Magic..
    as real..
    as real
    can be NOW..:)

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  2. Your post reminded me of this new song I’ve been listening to, “Lost Boy” by Ruth B. I’m in love with that song and your post fits so perfectly to what it is about. Like Wandering through the Never-land ! 🙂

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