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Russian sage fills the air
Flying from blue fuzz
Tickling bunny’s nose
While droning bee buzz
Dripping down long ears
Speaks an invitation
So bunny waits for fairy song
And moonrise through the field
Painting grass with silver wealth
While fairies come out well-heeled
Music mingles in the breeze
Across the silver stage
Bunny bounds in the dance
Through the nighttime age
For the joy of life
And the Russian sage
the vivacity of the image if it is the one i think you allude to is brilliant and deep
ReplyDeletenice...i could do with some fairy song and a moonrise as well right now..bit of magic in this..
ReplyDeleteThe lines echo the magic of the image.
ReplyDeleteSorry but trying to post through word verification on a iPad when wearing glasses is a nightmare. This took over 15 minutes to post!
smiles....i like that you took this to the stage...would make for an interesting production...bunnies dance in our yard at night...smiles...
ReplyDeleteI like the bunnies dancing for the joy of life ~
ReplyDeleteHappy day to you ~
What a joy-filled poem this is! Love it.
ReplyDeleteYes, re word verification...not necessary and a pain for all responders.
at first, I thought it was a wise Russian, then I realized it was the herb. so then i pictured the burning sage, like they do to dispel spirits, but i was off on that too.
ReplyDeleteso my mind went from something scholarly, to something new-age spiritual, to then this woodsy bunny tale. YOU TRICKED ME!! good job on the images. :)
slowly it had to last