CAMELOT FANTASIES

Closing my eyes in hopes of hearing
Your whisper
The moon not yet full
Wolf is calling it's mate
Change of seasons is nearing
Much of summers gifts
Awaiting to disappear
Enrapt in all of natures knowing
The Earth & it's inhabitants
Feel the crisp night air
Transformation is near
Rustling of the leaves
Transmutation of their colour
Will be all too clear
As the nights get colder

This months full moon
Wafts behind the clouds
Winking it's sparkling light
On this dark still summer night

~Divine