Wednesday, 15 May 2013

Lady Wood

May saw the Lady in a mist of violet blue.
The air was soaked with bluebells,
a sweetly nectared hue.
While the nightingale sung a rain song,
of fragrant droplets.
And little dells of glittered light,
revealed glimpses of fairies,
all emerald winged and bright.

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