Behind naked oaks
Winter sun broke through snow clouds.
Feeling warm and giddy,
A wood sprite danced and laughed
Under the cedars.
I wish it had danced for me. But there was no sun to warm its back.
Wood sprites are shy creatures and they need warmth to work their spell. Smile
Maybe tomorrow. Actually the sun shone today, weakly, an almost imperceptible heat. Perhaps on Sunday one will dance to the (exceedingly annoying to an atheist) church bells.
To church bells? Smile. Now that would be a sight!
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.
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.
Thanks Bill. Keep warm and my greetings to Otis.
Toujours fantastique, cherie.
J’aime bien tes mots du monde naturel.
Merci beausoup, mais tu sais,
C’est mon soleil hivernal qui est fantastique.
I am reminded of my cedar fever. 😦
She never sneezed or sniffled I must say.
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