Fairy Ring by Mike Williams 08/18/2016 @ 7:21 P.M.

The rain shrouded the wood all through spring, 
And since verdant the groves did grow, 
A white misty lace curtained low, 
On the rolling sylvan hill's upswing. 

From my window I watched awaiting, 
Time stood still and I felt it though, 
To that woodland I wished to go, 
Amid wild flowers and butterfly's wing. 

For days I heard a faint splashing ting, 
Alas through clouds the sun broke slow, 
Trailing off into the trees aglow, 
There I chanced on a beautiful thing. 

Where robins play and the sparrows sing, 
Whence came a path I didn't know, 
Beneath the fern hid row on row, 
Lay a mushroom circle fairy ring.