The Woods

Oh won’t you come away with me
to the woods beyond the hill?
Spirits there unbridled are
from the ties of cruel life’s drill

Let us insouciantly sprint
under vaults of verdant boughs
And chase the whistling whirlwind
that sinuously through foliar drapes soughs

The arbor adorned with gossamer snares,
spun by busy spinnerets
How it dapples our smiling faces with gold
as the sun rises o’er green turrets

The flowery soffit that hangs above ,
it mingles with the bower
And when kissed by a gust of wind ,
rains down in a fragrant shower

The silken carpet of lilac and violet ,
sprinkled with scarlet and rose
Beckons our tender toes to tread
towards the meadow where it rolls

And in the spinney beyond the meadow
crickets incessantly chirr
Lightsome willows in merriment dance,
around them dragonflies whirr

Songbirds warble and twitter and chirp,
their sweet songs rent the air
Flocks of them pass us, their wings aflutter
seem to take with them our cares

Lilting brooks down the hills gush with verve,
swish and swirl in harmony
How soothing to our tired ears
is this silvan symphony

When the golden orb above us hangs,
everything’s awash with glitter
The pond that by the oak tree lies
is filled with gilded philter

Let us take a magic draught
of this potion mesmerizing
And lie upon flowerbeds in dreams lost
until the moon starts rising

The dark pond now a crescent reflects,
the woods are calm and still
Sidereal clouds on us stardust sprinkle
and our hearts with sweet love fill