by Dorothea Barth ©2016
Escape from winter-worn ennui
Into the forest did I flee
Upon a glistening glade I chanced
Amidst some evergreens I danced
And sideways from a spinning trance
Beheld a fairy audience
Magic dust and snow swirled round
Dreams not just in midsummer found
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