Storytime

STORYTIME Under whispering trees in dappled shade, come sit with me on this fallen log in the gentle hours. And I will read to you poetry of times long gone when forests breathed sweet fragrances and life was slow. Feel your worries slip away to the leaf-soft carpet unwelcome as you step into this wonderworld of magic tales and mystery. Let me paint your dreams and wishes and hopes and memories alive where the sun by day and the moon by night embrace you and let your spirit dance and sing, remembering. And when the poems end as all must do, may you arise and may your workaday be soft-edged and bright-hearted and for that I will be smile-glad.