[ Classic Corner ] All Night Slumber Party
I pond-ered as if rain---
my wits slowly gathering; shape
shifting consciousness expanding;
coming to more senses than
I was previously aware of.
Embraced against bosom in welcoming arms,
the Earth invited me to take rest in her cottage,
yet we ended up chatting all night
under a raftered porch of branches
frosted with moonlight and starfire white;
illuminated miniature kingdoms everwhere
about us guarded by little moth-men
and counseled by wise owl guardians.
When morning came --- who knew
sleeping in the forest
would be so enchanting?