The Glade

As I walked in the woods I thought I heard the
pipes of Pan, drawn to the sound, I spied an open
glade with woodland elves and nymphs dancing
to the music of Pan, then I stepped on a twig that interposed itself in my mind and they were gone!

[haskar]

Well done. I like it. It's like peeking through a keyhole.

[Candace]

Wonderful!

[Taffy]

Good illustration for the poem.

[Kathy]

Nice play of light and shadow.