From the dark of the wood
Stepped he
With hair of flax and
Clothes of green
And with wicked eye
And joyful grin
Said ‘how nice of you
To wander in’
Out reached his hand
With fingers lean
And a glow from within
Somehow unseen
A gold harp he plucked
It’s tune let sound
To flow up and in
And all around
Enveloped in
Warm and snug
Wrapped around
Like a favoured rug
Whose presence eases
Strife and pain
And teases in love
Once again
At this beautiful
Creature I gaze
Mind at rest
Yet in a haze
Of breathless wonder
And quiet atone
My mark ablaze
Their eyes my own
I look at him
And I am home
© A M Hunter 2014
Green and Grey 