GOBLIN GREEN
A ring around the moon,
A ring on the grass
Patched grey and white
As the sailing clouds pass,
Whisperings here, murmerings there,
The blackberries rustle
With rabbits a-bustle
And silver moths flutter the ghostly still air.
A goblin in russet,
A faery in blue,
Leprechauns leaping
The breaming night through;
Pirouettes bright, minuets light,
And bush flowers sending
Sweet messages blending
With all the pale glory of midsummer night.
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Joan S. MacKaness