Ode to Nimblewill

[nimblewill]

Ode to Nimblewill
I roamed the Hills of Nimblewill
In the smoky dawn.
The light crept through the winter breaks
and cast the shadows long.
It brought with it a hidden peace
that rarely found the wood.
It taught among November's dread
that even death was good.

I walked the ways of Nimblewill
on tortured earth too still.
It seemed to speak of rest to me
nocturnal winks ne'er fill.
It spoke of hope beyond this time
a tale few comprehend.
A tale of lissome, wishful hearts
longing for a friend.

I heard the song of Nimblewill
each note a call to come.
Each stanza summoned all who would
but only ghost to some.
So call out loud dear Nimblewill.
Cry out to those who hear.
Though your voice no linger speaks,
Your message lingers clear.

MBrown c. 2006