woodland sprite


Woodland Sprite

  
A lantern made of fireflies
held in her outstretched palm
and parasol of sunflowers
picked in the evening calm,

she wanders over mossy rocks
and beds of fallen leaves,
across the gnarled and knotted roots
of forests' ageless trees.

To music played by crickets and 
the solitary loon
she sings an ancient lullaby
once borrowed from the moon 

With feet as light as eiderdown
she dances with the bees
across the velvet petals of
soft blossoms in the breeze. 
                

 
                        july 2003