Solitude envelops the little cottage, <br />Far away from the milieu of the city, <br />Night has claimed the evening sky. <br />Birch trees sway in the brisk autumn breeze, <br />White bark on their naked silhouettes <br />Like naughty wood nymphs dancing nude, <br />In the dark forest where bright stars, <br />In the black velvet sky above <br />Illuminate the dance floor. <br />Dry leaves rustle in the night, <br />Applauding the graceful frolic <br />Of the shimmering birch trees; <br />A sudden gust, and poplar trees join in the dance, <br />Moving back and forth, keeping pace with <br />The sultry wind song, <br />One robust poplar nudges a modest pine tree, <br />Standing shyly among the nude dancers. <br />A bright moon peers from behind puffy clouds, <br />As the little pine tree begins to sway, <br />Moonlight reflecting off its elegant needles <br />That float to the forest floor <br />From the exertion of its graceful dance, <br />There’s a soft glow in the tiny bedroom, <br />Quietly crackling embers of the fireplace, <br />Casting intimate shadows on the wooden walls. <br />Warm, dry air caresses my naked body, <br />Trees summon me to share the magic. <br />In the darkened room, the window wide open, <br />My hips begin to sway. <br />I am one with the trees as we dance into the night. <br />The momentum builds with the quickening breeze, <br />Until exhausted, I reluctantly close the window. <br />Soon daylight will dispel the enchantment, <br />But I shall possess the memory, <br />Of dancing naked with trees, <br />On a cool autumn night. <br /> <br />© Annabel Sheila<br /><br />Nancy Crossman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dancing-naked-with-trees/
