Temple of nature

The temple reflects light in the distance

It’s stillness enticing her

As she is called to the place she heals

Herself in chanted words

A simple susurration of leaves

That blow softly

Her temple is the woods

The trees ruby leaves ready

To turn the colour of the magical elixir

The russets and yellows richly shimmer

Before their autumn departure

Regeneration to begin again

Ailsa

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Author: ailsacawley

I have written since I can remember, devouring the stories of Roald Dahl under the covers by torchlight. I have always loved fairy tales, myths and magic. A good deal of the things I write has some truth in it. Others, not. I’m pleased you dropped by, please feel free to leave me a comment or if you’re kind enough to share that’s fine. ☺️ View all posts by ailsacawley