Tuesday, September 13, 2016


Now green is no longer queen
At the yellowing of the days
Magic retreats deep into forests
And there till spring it stays
The elves do not like the winter
Though they never feel the cold
They dance under warm moonlight
Never walk upon frosted wold
So look now before the leaves fall
In all the clearings in the wood
For the elves will come at dusk
If your heart is pure and good
And to soft starlight and music
Take your seat upon grassy pew
The elven tears and fairy harps
Will retell the old stories anew