An Eerie Moment 

Endearing itself to her, the kindness of night

drapes all in soothing camouflage.

Misted shadows dance, beneath the wafting,

Almost beckoning arms of an aged willow tree.

She had heard tell, of stories of spirits,

Of the angels, who did shelter, from the evening dew

As it descends, hampering their tissued wings.

Whispered meric trilled in the air,

Drawing her closer ... and closer still

Until, she lifted her hand to part

The fashioned leafy portal of her callings.

But for a second, she stood in wonder,

As they danced in her wraith like image,

Bathed in an opalescent aura

. . . an eerie dance.

Her body swayed in transir motion, as she moved into their circle.

This was to be her peace, this she knew and she smiled, in gentle leaving.