Lothlorien comes
in Autumn
to the woods behind our house
Golden leaves glow,
flame,
fall,
in a slow dance
past silvering bark
clinging to true things
as all else fades
into dirt
and stories
Written October 8, 2022 while watching the morning sun shining through Fall leaves.
everyday life, freestyle, myth, fantasy, nature, non-rhyming, pop culture, very short, lord of the rings
