The Wood Sprite

Behind naked oaks
Winter sun broke through snow clouds.
Feeling warm and giddy,
A wood sprite danced and laughed
Under the cedars.

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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11 Responses to The Wood Sprite

  1. ladysighs says:

    I am reminded of my cedar fever. 😦

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  2. Toujours fantastique, cherie.
    J’aime bien tes mots du monde naturel.

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  3. You believe in to many of the same things I believe in. This is a bit uncanny.
    Snowing real bad here at the moment, but at least it warmed up a bit. So it is cold with snow instead of Freeze the balls off of a brass monkey cold.
    Stay warm and safe.
    Bill

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  4. pjb1943 says:

    I can see her in the pic…, center right between the two tree trunks. It’s cold and snowing again here, Em. My mind is drifting off to white sand beaches, soft sultry nights, and the kiss of the sun.
    Paul

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  5. I wish it had danced for me. But there was no sun to warm its back.
    Lovely.

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