Grünwald Ball

A magical meandering
among Snuffleupagus trees.
The thin limbs of children,
wind for wooden chimes in
a labyrinth of mellow sound.

The darkest boughs
trim the path,
carved creatures
dusted with a light powder
of the fairest makeup,
smoothing the wrinkles
of a long winter furrow.

Fräulein Forest,
she tiptoes on a white carpet
of pinecone confetti.
A vision in verdant,
she’s ready
for the winter thaw ball.
Starlings scream for spring,
flutes of new shoots
whistle with full belief
that lighting won’t strike
the same forest again.

6 Comments

      1. Mister Bump UK

        Actually it hasn’t been bad so far this year, but it’ll be nice when we can sit with the windows open again.
        We have a herd of cows in the field behind us at the moment, the farmer puts them in each year, presumably they help fertilize it ready for the crops. I just love having them as neighbours.

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