Avalon Rising

In the heat of the day
I found a place
Heavy with magic
And summer’s grace;
 
Green leaves and shadows
That danced for me;
Colours that soothed me
And let me just be
 
One with the river
That flowed nearby;
One with the breezes
So I could fly
 
And out of its lushness
I found my pen
Flowed with its vision.
This natural den
 
Is just beyond home
Down a hidden trail
Caught in the vines
Of a shimmering veil

So like the stories

That I once read,
Avalon risen from
Wild flower bed.
 
© 2013  Pam H. Murray