Orancia
Whispering locks of orancia hair drift and blend among autumnal fern,then gently rests, spreads in veils across a seamless face, as the sea breeze relents it's bitter biting brace.
Oh mystical Moon behind clouds of blue still lights the path through the woodland gloom ,
were pixies chitter and goblins chatter and the green man of the wood blends with weathered stone lichen, and blustery leaf litter.
Her hair,her Hair orancia burning flare, glistening with facets of a red ruby rare,
Her hair,her Hair orancia burning flare, glistening with facets of a red ruby rare,
a mystery, an unopened box a ribbon bow tied tight
waiting to be found in the garret webbed window light.x
Francis Linn.
