Woodland Symphony

Sometimes magic is hidden in plain sight

Close together sway the pines whispering to each other spindly fingers intertwined Ancient rigid warriors in and out of time

Haunting, graceful, deeper than flute the rhythm of the music breathed in whispers by the pines calls forth woodland creatures and spirits not of Earth but some distant realm

Some are merry-hearted some sigh in melancholy others shift in shadow foreboding

Can you hear it now? Wild, entrancing, rambling songs of these ancient forest bards Their upflung boughs conduct an otherworldly symphony

Dark wintry sentinels shadow a snow-bright land The pines rise and outstretch in an endless array

Here sit I, the writer willing my pen magic powers of memory to conjure the fragrance of the pines the golden glints of sunlight the rugged snow-piled rocks the deepening shadows

and the wonder

that I, mortal human was granted audience to a mystical kingdom hiding in plain sight.