A Beltaine poem

[johhnny_c]

Wind is blowing beneath a strlit sky, the moon is full and the woodlands sigh, the jasmine blooms and whip-poor-will sings, and in hidden glades fairies take wing, the horn is blown and the hunt begins, the time of spring has come again,

Comments

[queen_lily_rose]

That's GORGEOUS! *Hugs*

[johhnny_c]

Thanks! =))