Magical Heath

We blissfully stomp upon Gaias floor

Head in sky gayly listening for tweet

Twin trees stand inviting — mystical door

Enter so spritely taking toadstool seat

Imps in the night lay autumnal flooring

Drink in the nectar — radiant yellow

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Elves in bushes squeek at our exploring

Acorns rain down as if to say hello

Dancing all around us naked to eye

Uncloak them with a hagstone if you dare

Nymphs of Hampstead Heath revealed by fungi

Enter rusted room — faeries secret lair

Floor begins breathing, leaves cover her chest

What gems lie beneath her bountiful breast?