Winter on the doorstep, autumn leaves still underfoot, naked trees, frosted grass.... chilly mornings, warm socks, soft sunlight, icy windscreens, hot chocolate, leopard print gloves, splashin' in puddles, sodden umbrellas, wispy woodsmoke, movies and blankets...... I say hello and welcome Winter!!
Sometimes I think the beginning of Winter is my favourite time of the year. It always feels so clean, the air is crisp and the beauty of autumn is still showing it's full glory..... Anyway a kind of winter laziness has a set in today, so here's a poem that I wrote a while back and kinda like - so thought I would share....
Land of The Fey
The Fey, they tiptoe softly across the moonlit lawn
Whilst angels hang in droplets, in the black before this dawn
Beware young sir in red-feathered cap
In polished boots, looped with leather strap
These ancient hills, and haunted barrows
Are not meant for your misguided arrows
“A stag, a stag , such sad words do ring,
An ancient lore you have now rescind
For animals that walk upon this soil
The fey; at violent death, recoil
So sit ye merry, antlers strapped to your pack
Unsuspecting of any malevolent wrath
That these small folk, to your life, may bring
With a tug of your golden-knocker, “ding, ding”
“Enter”, you shout quite unaware
Of the mischief these unearthly creatures may bear
You feel a magick breeze whisk by your face
And rapidly fall out of all time and space
Now ye wake to such a sight unknown
With a head so sore, you do but moan
“For pity sake, where on earth am I”,
Yet a wizened elf laughs by and by,
“Why sir you are but prisoner in the land of the fey,
And for your crimes against nature, here shall ye stay”.
Peace and light
Briony x
