Forest Guardian

She drinks in the light

The first rays of spring

Her sustenance

The budding flowers

Upon the trees

And the spectrum of light

The vernal sun creates

Between their branches

She is the guardian of this forest

Born with the equinox

A spirit only of this season

With only the beauty of spring

To nourish her

And her sole companion

The great horned stag

Who steps out

Only in the light

Of the full moon

To recharge his coat of white

To silver

Her bare feet crush

Evening primrose

As she steps gracefully

To greet him

The fragrance of their florals

Drift upon the air

His dark eyes look into her light ones

He too is a guardian of this forest

As ancient as the trees themselves

She smiles at him

A greeting

As of old friends

A quiet understanding

Passes between them

He bends his legs

Bows to her

Lowering his head

She touches his antlers

Gently

In reverence

A sign of her deepest respect

A long moment of bonding

Passes between them

Magic tingles in the air around them

Her hair crackles

As the residual magic of the moon

Leaves his antlers

Graces her with its light

The moon peeks out

From behind a wide oak

Full and glorious

And glowing

The white stag glows silver

As the moonbeams

Touch his coat

He raises his head

Startled by the moon's

Sudden appearance

His eyes grow wild

He expels a gust of air

From his nose

As if he's irritated

He tosses his majestic head

He paws at the ground

In evident agitation

She backs away solemnly

Giving him proper distance

And sadly she watches

As he turns

Disappears through the trees

She waves sadly

At his retreating silver glow

And spends her nights

With sad eyes turned skyward

Awaiting the next full moon