She appeared to me in the Tigress Woods
along the Eerie Mists ravishing stream,
I was without armor in cloak and hood
I was immersed in a clear mornings dream.
Under her brows two curved earth gardened eyes
waif sounds echo trees, stone drums, lyre springs,
awakening nymph outstretched in sunrise
wood winds spiral notes reverberant sings.
Face flecked with twined flower, cheeks of fall leaves,
hair auburn brown, a twig comb, a thorn brush,
love singing song haunting chords travel breeze
feathering the air with lips of pink touch.
Gorgeously whimsidaisical leaves one feeling ever so chuffed and at peace... lovely write tyvm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This piece transported me to the woods. Beautiful. Thanks.