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In the Circle

In the Circle

The night is dying, the cold air
wraps around me, a heavy scarf;

I stop my wood walk in a clearing;
tall, moon-pale mushrooms circle me;

I smell, moss, soil, leaves...gingerbread.
I sit on a rain-shaped limestone rock

to rest, just for a minute, two.
I close my eyes and music begins;

horns, pipes, drums play a tune my mind
does not know but my bones remember.

Through my closed lids light, shadows move.
I let myself fall into deep sleep.

In the fey dreams that come, I dance.
In the circle, a wolf guards me.

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Oh I love this one--what great images!
I'm glad you enjoyed it, Sherwood! :-)
This is a marvelous, dreamy one.
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