Garden Magic Poem by Fay Slimm

With warm glow sputtering into soft night sky
We sat last night in fairy-dell,
The three of you and I.

Eyes a-wide with marvelling
As dark and candles met,
And sparks from hearth enhancing grove
Where quietly we sat.

The dusk now gathering in secret room
Where tree meets stone.
Comfortably canopied by the moon.

We talked low, whispering to keep the spell
While breezes danced to entertain.
We felt the night's beguile entrap
Our longing to meet here again.

We'll long recall the magic hour
Where dark and light and friendship met
So pleasantly in secret bower.
Long ago but remembered yet.