Dancing Among the Trees

I enter a forest, elegant and magnificent,
Deciduous trees bustle and wave in sight,
Lofty they reach for effulgent constellations,
The night is not dark but beaming with starlight.

I smell the fragrant air, clean as crystals,
Blown by the gentle breeze from mountains,
Flying with variegated leaves and petals,
Lo! a glade veiled with velvet curtains.

I enter the glade, lonely but tranquil,
Near to my eyes are a company of trees,
Whose leaves are falling but stoical,
Among them is a dancing lady.

I see her, clad in translucent white,
Like the rhythm of a dulcet tune,

She dances as her dress blush with starlight,
Now I am no different than a gazing statue.

9/14/09