I walk the Windy Hill
Jeweled dragons tumble over amber grass
And roost in dying oaks
Their wings confetti flashes.
The round top’s mounded curves
Disguise fast sleeping trolls
Their lichen-covered boulder heads
In dreams of nighttime revels.
And down I walk on winding paths
In cool moss-covered glades.
A fairy rustles fragile ferns
Its toadstool house unseen.