Where light seeps, trees speak.
Woodland spirits, dryads, fauns
shape-shift clothed in green.
Really lovely, Sarah. 🙂
It’s one of my regular magical and peaceful walks — well, sometimes peaceful but for squirrels arguing with magpies, cawing crows, and woodpeckers tapping at trees with their “hammer drill” beaks!
love this, it’s so much how I feel about the woods
So glad my words resonated with you, Joss 🙂
I could melt into those woods. very beautiful Sarah !! I love the Haiku!
What a lovely description, Cybele — about “melting” into the woods.
I can almost see the faeries Sarah!!!
You know, Ghia, the gnats dancing in the sunlight looked quite faerie-like!
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Writes quirky novels, speculative flash fiction, haiku and tanka. Nature lover. Novice photographer. Allotment freak. Mezzo soprano. British eccentric.
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