Wednesday 2 April 2014

Tree Nymph


Tree Nymph


Home of oak, walnut, ash or apple,
Shy and reticent, sun rays dapple.
Between the leaves the sisters cry
A lover’s song, a lover’s sigh.
Rare beauty quivers, Dryad divine
My hope shivers, could you ever be mine?
Kind tree spirit, ethereal and free
Softly whispers gentle hope for me.
 
Linda Prince


No comments: