The Call of The Wildwood

Ashen ladies—

with tears of gold,

and graceful limbs,

dancing on the wind.

Arboreal ballet—

white limbed beauties,

stark and stoic,

noble and nimbic,

ephemeral,

upon a stage of cedar and pine.

I am intrigued—

show me,

wood nymphs,

your wild world,

aflame with vibrant mystery.

~FS