Black shapes tall and swaying
Reaching up to touch the stars;
An eternity of darkness between each twinkling light.
Moonlight inches its way out from obscuring clouds;
Its silver glow shimmering down
Casting its luminance onto the ground.
Magical shapes spring from the earth
Silhouettes of their daylight faces;
Gently moving to the dance of the night
Moonbeams lighting on their delicate fronds.
A ghostly mist slithers and swirls around
Fist-shaped roots of Oak, Larch and Beam;
Their torsos afloat on a sea of ethereal air
Fragmented into a mosaic of glistening pearls.
Whispered sounds from feathered lodgers
At rest in protective cradling arms;
Echo-less steps on the woodland floor
Leave pathways of glistening prints.
Iridescent strings woven into patterns
A thousand busy legs conjuring;
Delicate lines of silken garlands dressing
Each bough, each branch, and lichen gloved finger.
© Bonnie Currie