The Dancers Small By Gail Lawson White

The Dancers Small By Gail Lawson White ‘Tis a place in time wherein Faerie hills abound, Where from winter s darkest corners Springs forth newness all around. Once Springtide’s charm ‘Tis duly cast, She brings with the faerie hills And there appear In transparent form Dancers small upon The grassy knoll. And these dancers small, […]