Of Mysts and Runs

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

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Over slick stones and mossy trunks

Following the trail of sleepy fireflies

Deeper and deeper we foraged

Until we opened upon a giant swamp

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Wood faeries weaving silvery tranches

Schools of naughty nymphs tittering

A wise old elf smoking shapes from pipes

Pixies braiding butterflies from moon-dust

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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

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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.

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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? 🙂