I apologize for my absence, friends; The gods are trying to open the doors... to a different place in the forest, a different version of the forest. I've been there, and have, at least, something to say of it; perhaps more.
Of Another World
No stirring in the trees.
No butterflies bob as the court eachother.
No deer laugh, or dance.
The ground is whole, untrod upon;
Snow drifts in still air,
air so dark that the flakes seem to glow.
On the hill, the statues glow and hum
And there, among the only music in the forest,
sit you and I, awake in a land of dreams.
((This has been another visit to
Seed's Poetry Corner))
What a beautiful and creative
Thank you ^^