I Round Up the Gypsy Wagons
Meadows of night
awake to the rising moon
the night creatures make their way
in search of the hunt
Campfires alight
sending embers skyward
the glow reflected in the horses eye
small lanterns come to life
brightened amidst the shadows
the circle growing with music and laughter
a shared rhythm , of life and humility
the bare feet round the fire , equal.
By:
SWEETGYPSYROSE
Age:
36-40
,
Female
