Fairy Ring by Mike Williams 08/18/2016 @ 7:21 P.M.

Fairy Ring by Mike Williams 08/18/2016 @ 7:21 P.M.

The rain shrouded the wood all through spring,
And since verdant the groves did grow,
A white misty lace curtained low,
On the rolling sylvan hill’s upswing.

From my window I watched awaiting,
Time stood still and I felt it though,
To that woodland I wished to go,
Amid wild flowers and butterfly’s wing.

For days I heard a faint splashing ting,
Alas through clouds the sun broke slow,
Trailing off into the trees aglow,
There I chanced on a beautiful thing.

Where robins play and the sparrows sing,
Whence came a path I didn’t know,
Beneath the fern hid row on row,
Lay a mushroom circle fairy ring.

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