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