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? 🙂
An Armchair Perfectionist 