Saturday, May 16, 2015

An Ottava Rima

Across the verdant meadow lies
The gateway to a sacred place
Betwixt the water and ice blue skies
Enfolded in a magical embrace
At journeys end there waits a prize
A solemn blessing - boundless grace
Out of time and worry a day
To visit with the elusive fey

~Ellen Apple 05-16-2015

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