The evening breeze has scent so good

Of green and damp, earth and wood

The meadow’s lighted by stars in the sky

The Greenwood’s torch is the tiny fire fly

A hush settles over the mist covered dale

A fairy flits by with a stardust trail

The rabbit and deer drink at the brook

The wood nymph peeks out … Just for a look

A Naiad bathes in the chuckling stream

Is it real … Or is it a summer nights dream?

Photo & Poem by Bronwyn

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