Refreshment for the earth, true.
For my spirit, most of the time.
The greyness of day and night meld into a dream
And I am forced out of my self to walk in the twilight
Searching under mushrooms for wee folk,
Amongst the clover for fairies
Perhaps I wax poetic because of Saint Patrick's Day tomorrow. Or because rain makes me more creative and dreamy. Either way, my Irish Roots are showing!
Erin go braugh!