the glenn

9-9-98

dancing with sprites in the peaceful woods, letting go with wild abandon...

rejoycing in this quiet paradise...

searching the mossy hollows for her...

listening for the soft tinkle of laughter...

there in the glenn amidst the nymphs and elven folk sits your true love...

she tilts here head back just so, arching gracefully her ellegant neck...

shimmering in the pale light of the moon, aglo with pixie dust...

moonbeams woven into her auburn hair twinkle as they frame her face...

sinking into the soft moss beside her, she welcomes you into her world....