Night Of Faeries

Night of Faeries

Evening falls across the heather
And the stars come out to dance.
The faerie folk come to life
And fill the night with their lyrical chants.

The mists on the moors swirl and caper about,
Taking rock and tree to embrace
The faerie folk make merry and dance about
'Neath the silver of the moon's face.

by Mike Winegar

(Mike has since added to this poem. You can read the entire version at the link in Mike's name)

Wallpaper Fantasy

I usually don't create fantasy images but this one was fun to do! :)

Redhead

Redhead

The wind blows, stirs, billowing flaming tresses.
A mystic magic this prize of locks possesses.
Green eyes with just a hint of mischief fill
Alluding to her strength, her forceful will.
She is so like moonlight, like full moon's light.
So pale and so perfect that it just seems right,
That freckles flecked in myriad across her skin,
As in the sky one looks at the stars within.
And beautiful without bounds, are they and she,
Without stars, where would the sky's beauty be?
Not just in the brilliant sunrise flame of her hair
But how she does everything with certain flair,
There is inside her, a flame that shows through,
In everything large and small she chooses to do.
Moods and temper flit like autumn winds blow,
Not even she knows in which direction they'll go.

Copyright Heather Glenn 2007

Leather

Leather

Dampened jeans and hot leather combined

Sweet horse sweat and human salt beads

Sticky sun in a dusty earth patch

Two dry throats and sore muscles

Hearts thudding with heavy motion

Work and play are all the same

This is my day…

by HorseFeathers, age 17