The Wood Nymph's Frolic
Some moonlight star struck night follow that silver thread of gleaming light.
Through the forest glades and damp meadows ever onward to the looming shadows above.
The night air carries only the soft aromas of the swaying Spruce and Pine.
Amid the blanket of darkness I can hear them whispering gently of a silent passerby.
Soon the closeness of the forest begins to fade behind my steady stride.
As a lowland valley takes shape in the increasing glow of mother moon.
Somewhere up ahead some night bird sends forth a solitary lonely cry beckoning for companionship.
As the evening breezes subside faint rustlings begin around me as the life of the fields emerge.
Something keeps drawing my attention coming from the highlands above.
Laughter,that unmistakable joyous sound of glee.
My heart begins to race as anticipation ebbs through my quivering body.
I slow my pace noticing for the first time how warm the air has suddenly become.
Whats come over me I seem as a child at the dawning of Christmas mourn.
The upward climb begins to level out and a plateau rises before me.
Kneeling just inside the tree line my gaze falls upon several young women dressed in shimmering gossamer.
The flowing iridescent veils twirl along their waists as they dance among millions of fireflies.
Such beauty needs no description words do not exist to fill one's mouth.
For generations elders have sat on porches or in parlors telling glorious tales of the wood nymph.
Those keepers of the forests and upland meadows fair.
Here as I live and breathe those marvelous creatures frolic before my watery eyes.
In all my enthused joy I fail to notice the very wood of these surrounding conifers creaking.
As if wind blown yet not a breath of air moved.
Sadly there warning caught my ear to late for as quickly as they had appeared they departed.
My emotions must have affected me for I swear the forest seemingly swallowed them completely.
Even the fireflies eluded to shut off lights.
I travel homeward carrying a fire side tale for my children and one that will grow in exuberance.
For these wonderful years to come............
Through the forest glades and damp meadows ever onward to the looming shadows above.
The night air carries only the soft aromas of the swaying Spruce and Pine.
Amid the blanket of darkness I can hear them whispering gently of a silent passerby.
Soon the closeness of the forest begins to fade behind my steady stride.
As a lowland valley takes shape in the increasing glow of mother moon.
Somewhere up ahead some night bird sends forth a solitary lonely cry beckoning for companionship.
As the evening breezes subside faint rustlings begin around me as the life of the fields emerge.
Something keeps drawing my attention coming from the highlands above.
Laughter,that unmistakable joyous sound of glee.
My heart begins to race as anticipation ebbs through my quivering body.
I slow my pace noticing for the first time how warm the air has suddenly become.
Whats come over me I seem as a child at the dawning of Christmas mourn.
The upward climb begins to level out and a plateau rises before me.
Kneeling just inside the tree line my gaze falls upon several young women dressed in shimmering gossamer.
The flowing iridescent veils twirl along their waists as they dance among millions of fireflies.
Such beauty needs no description words do not exist to fill one's mouth.
For generations elders have sat on porches or in parlors telling glorious tales of the wood nymph.
Those keepers of the forests and upland meadows fair.
Here as I live and breathe those marvelous creatures frolic before my watery eyes.
In all my enthused joy I fail to notice the very wood of these surrounding conifers creaking.
As if wind blown yet not a breath of air moved.
Sadly there warning caught my ear to late for as quickly as they had appeared they departed.
My emotions must have affected me for I swear the forest seemingly swallowed them completely.
Even the fireflies eluded to shut off lights.
I travel homeward carrying a fire side tale for my children and one that will grow in exuberance.
For these wonderful years to come............
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