Cool dew gently gifting kisses
As evening fog rolls in quieter than snow
Lazily tracing curves atop verdant shires
Smoothly rolling slopes of lush soft emerald
Speckled by silver crag and auburn bramble
Truest treasure of Celtic isles
Fading softly into soothing gray
Pleasantly lost in all but a dream
Appearing faintly now along the flow of hill and mist
A minute trace of dancing flame
Trailing wisps of ember and crimson
Spellbound by shimmering amber locks
Adorning palest moonlit figure
Lithe light of fecund form
Drifting gracefully away