Photo Friday · Poetry

Down In the Woods

Down in the woods

We come to meet

Through the trees

To where shadows grow.

To the standing stones

We have to go.

We make our way

To dance and twirl

Barefoot we tread

Through faerie rings

Singing, chanting as we go

Secrets whispered secrets shared

Then through the ether

Comes a voice

Our tea is ready

We can play no more today

Until schools out tomorrow

Mere mortals we remain