“All that wander are not lost.”[*]
“The woods are free to roam.”
From trunkless trees to evenbreeze,
true cypers flow in the loam. 1
Sprouting vines and yellow Coltsfeet
give to wanderers their route.
Paths that glisten in the Moonlight
call to walkers in delight. 2
Over dell and down through hillsides
groots and roots, tipple and frost
grant us visions in our ley-strides
weaving fey-lines for the lost. 3
Crocuses and daffodils shine
for all those sauntering clear_
Each flower petal like blue wine
invigorating spirits near. 4
And when the solemn night rains fall
fissures open; owls call—
Sweet life fills the cracks of power,
sending electric shocks through all! 5
Tulips and Daffodils spring up
calling true Faery Bells
into blossom, in haunted woods_
their doors in trunks ajar. 6
May Apples push up from below;
their question is to show
the verdant power of the Earth
as Spring Songs gloam their worth. 7
Until Black Snakeroots show their heads
Spring is sung in wildwoods
near and far, and in the close reach_
of every earthen door! 8
So mote it be.
“The woods are free to roam.”
From trunkless trees to evenbreeze,
true cypers flow in the loam. 1
Sprouting vines and yellow Coltsfeet
give to wanderers their route.
Paths that glisten in the Moonlight
call to walkers in delight. 2
Over dell and down through hillsides
groots and roots, tipple and frost
grant us visions in our ley-strides
weaving fey-lines for the lost. 3
Crocuses and daffodils shine
for all those sauntering clear_
Each flower petal like blue wine
invigorating spirits near. 4
And when the solemn night rains fall
fissures open; owls call—
Sweet life fills the cracks of power,
sending electric shocks through all! 5
Tulips and Daffodils spring up
calling true Faery Bells
into blossom, in haunted woods_
their doors in trunks ajar. 6
May Apples push up from below;
their question is to show
the verdant power of the Earth
as Spring Songs gloam their worth. 7
Until Black Snakeroots show their heads
Spring is sung in wildwoods
near and far, and in the close reach_
of every earthen door! 8
So mote it be.
[*] Slightly transposed reference to the line from Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings, “Not all those who wander are lost.”
