Enchantments
One night I stood upon the green
And every nightingale a-wing
Stopped in the linden trees to sing,
A perfect choir though all unseen,
Encircling in the meadow’s crown—
Night-blooming flowers ‘round my feet
Reflected moonglow, and their sweet,
Sweet breath rose up as stars fell down
In meteor showers to earth because
Its beauty was so great, so dear,
They longed to draw the night sky near
To all this peacefulness that was—
And while I stood upon that lawn,
Aching with joy, with ecstasy
As sharp as ice and flame in me,
I woke full wide, and it was dawn.
The day that came up in that place
Made all the green-wood hum and quake
With quivering for pleasure’s sake,
At seeing the full sun’s clear face,
Yet, basking in the softest fall
Of constant rain, as mist, to fly
In colored arcs across the sky
And shower prisms on us all—
The birds of day joined in that hymn
And coaxed the foxes to the green,
Contented beasts not often seen
In sun, and as I stood, a slim
Grey foal came, too, and nine or ten
Of rabbits, and the beasts all danced,
And I stood still, transfixed—entranced—
And blinked my eyes, and it was night.
Art-Colored Glasses 
Nature is a wonderful creation. Love it!
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Thank you for coming by, Atticus! It looks to me like my slow-motion response means that you’ve already gotten some wonderful advice over at your place, but I’ll certainly try to check in on you from time to time as you go forward.
Cheers,
Kathryn
Oh, Kathryn…that is so wonderful.
These days, I feel like the adult Wendy…”Stop, Peter. Don’t waste your fairy dust on me…I’m OLD, eversomuch more than twenty. I grew up a long time ago…”
I want to find a tiny piece of the fey child who see magic. Your poem is a compass, pointing me in her direction…
Thank you.
I’ve no doubt at all that you are still quite full of magic, my dearest! And if it ever runs low, all you need is to look toward little Miss C and she’ll surely refuel your fairy dust tanks. 🙂
Really enjoyed the imagery described within today’s verse, Kathryn. Marie’s right, “… so wonderful.”
And I thank you both from my heart.
K
Love, love the photos, Kathryn.
Thank you, my darling.
Such a fanciful feeling to this journeying the natural cycle of day and night! Beautiful beautiful imagery, Kathryn!
Thank you, my faerie queen! 🙂
xo
Greens of grasses, Linden trees & other purple cabbage leaves; meteor showers create for all a cozy bower, rain shower; lovely KI, my oh! my…
There’s nothing like a visit to one’s Happy Place, sometimes best of all when it’s an imaginary one, no? 🙂
xoxo!