Mystical Woods Poem by Jean Dament

In the dead of night,
The dark woods take on an eerie sight;
While moonbeams cast their silvery glow,
Conceiving streaks that sliver amid the tall trees & on the ground below,
At times it seems peaceful & quite calm without care,
But many unseen beings lurk in the shadows there,
Creatures wander about snapping twigs as they flee,
Eyes staring hauntingly trying to see,
Then crickets begin to chirp softly & bull frogs start to croak;
While a blanket of mist creeps over the marsh like a cloak,
Leaving the night air heavy & filled with a mysterious grey haze,
But soon the morning sun dawns & the scene takes on a whole new
phase.


Ravensong
Sept.22-09