Forest Fancies

The scent of pine is heavy in the air,
And wrens dart to and fro from bough to bough;
What eerie fancies through the psyche flow?
Old forest spirits, hidden, linger there
In dying Summer; when the trees appear
To know of Winter’s doom, yet hunger still
For Autumn’s gilded kisses, for she will
Kiss them to sleep, and drench them with her tears.

~ by turnedtowormwood.tumblr.com

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Sunset in Warburton

4 Comments

    • Amy
      Amy Reply

      Thanks!
      Yeah, just realised – a work in progress, as ever… :O

  1. You look absolutely stunningly gorgeous, both of you! Beautiful forest couple <3 We should go on adventures together ^^

    • Amy

      I hope we can one day! Norway is in my top dream destinations list! And thank you… ^___^ xxxx

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