1. Ode to the Mother Moonhart

Tall she stands-- from forest's eaves
her shapely form is seen,
her branches and her shining leaves
a wreath to crown a queen.
In her lies Life, the glory
in which Nature's gift appears,
and written is the story
of a thousand patient years.

Tall she stands, the great Moonhart
among the forest's own,
and blessings on both hearth and heart
upon the wind are sown.

2. Pantoum for the Glinshari Circle

Great stones encircle the ring of flames,
their shadows dancing in the blue flicker
of magic fires shimmering.
There pixies scatter their glowing dust,
their shadows dancing in the blue flicker,
their pale wings shining in the light.
There pixies scatter their glowing dust,
strengthening the forest's soul,
their pale wings glimmering in the light
of magic fires shimmering.
Strengthening the forest's soul,
great stones encircle the ring of flames.

3. Acrostic for the Ellindel Arboretum

Enter the Arboretum, the gardener's delight;
Look upon the flowers, flourishing and bright.
Let Abeytu tell his tales, the stories that arose
In times long gone-- of healing hurts and soothing forest's woes.
Nintoba's deeds were foresighted, wise was Glinshari;
Dear and brave the elfen maid, she who healed the trees.
Enter the Arboretum amid the water's chime--
Listen to our history, feel the weight of time.

4. Double Nonet for the Library

Silver moonbeams glance across the floor,
brushing rows of dusty bookshelves
with tender fingers of light.
Candles burn, soft and dim
on book-strewn tables.
All is silent
save for the
sound of
words.

Words
in tomes
long untouched,
locked in pages,
entombed in paper,
waiting to be spoken,
resurrected by a voice.
What long-lost secrets do they hold?
Only the silent moonbeams shall know.

5. Troubadouric Song for the Stage

The bower of music is gently graced
with birds of song and silver bells:
mortal decoration, nature's art.
Beauty draws forth admiration.

The stage! Now there's an enchanted place:
stories rule, and with the gong's first knell
actors stand and play their parts
leaving themselves behind in elation.

Sinister deeds, a loving embrace,
whispers and vows, swords and spells;
all to make the viewer start
with stirring words and webs of illusion.

On the stage is merriment, a smiling face,
laughter and tears, greetings, farewells.
Fireworks shine, speaking of glad hearts
and times spent in celebration.

6. Free Verse for Moon Lake

It lies like a mirror,
a mirror of glass
that Mother Moon peers into
as she rises over the cliffs,
riding upon the swift
waterfall's onrush,
like essence made pure
in the flowing water.

Against the night sky
the white tower shines,
a beacon guarding
the river's passage,
a slender spire rising
to pierce the veil of stars.

Water touching stone,
stone scraping sky,
sky embracing earth,
reflected in the lake
that lies like a mirror
in the lap of the land.

7. Villanelle for the Etherwilde

Softly, weaving an ethereal mystery,
silver leaves grow between winter and spring,
speaking of the noble forest's beauty.

Here serenely dwell the Three:
to the wood their blessings they bring
Softly, weaving an ethereal mystery.

Encircling the Maiden, laughing with glee,
Leprechauns and brownies ring,
speaking of the noble forest's beauty.

Beside the Crone, the dark banshee
cries, and the Argent ladies sing,
softly, weaving an ethereal mystery

Around the Mother, the lovely and free
Wood-nymphs dance and sylphs take wing,
speaking of the noble forest's beauty.

Silver woodland, thrice-hallowed spring
whence magic wells! There the fae are dancing
softly, weaving an ethereal mystery,
speaking of the noble forest's beauty.