Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love: To A Dryad

Friday, November 21, 2008

To A Dryad

Icy days recall the sunshine, Scents of summer tint the air, Suddenly the world feels benign And I know that you are there. Merciless winter ceases to bite, Frigid winds no longer moan, Darkened days are suddenly bright And I know that I am not alone. Daffodils begin to flower, Silted waters become... Sign in to see full entry.

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