Sidhe
Firefly night with moon-lit skies
Tiny flickers of Faerie dust
cover the grass, and breezes
carry us along a path
Circles made of toadstools
and whispers of Dryads
accompany the sound
of trickling streams
Comfortably lost with creatures
surrounding, time loses meaning
Days become minutes —
We stop being worried
Whatever’s outside
has become silent
Trees fence us in,
but we don’t mind it
Time slows —
Minutes become seconds
We get lost to follow
the music
J.C.K
#WhisperingNature
© Jeremy Knowles (J.C.K)
This poem is also in my book “Mysterious are these Muses” available on Amazon
🦋
Link in bio
Tiny flickers of Faerie dust
cover the grass, and breezes
carry us along a path
Circles made of toadstools
and whispers of Dryads
accompany the sound
of trickling streams
Comfortably lost with creatures
surrounding, time loses meaning
Days become minutes —
We stop being worried
Whatever’s outside
has become silent
Trees fence us in,
but we don’t mind it
Time slows —
Minutes become seconds
We get lost to follow
the music
J.C.K
#WhisperingNature
© Jeremy Knowles (J.C.K)
This poem is also in my book “Mysterious are these Muses” available on Amazon
🦋
Link in bio