Winter Fairies Poem Two

Cold, cold, cold the morning; cold. Coffee warms my hands. Unraveling memories; seeming dull Still night dreams, do unfold. Whispering… Low clouds covered the forest Eyes that see not before us. But, follow the pale path Neath the weary feet. See it! There! Underneath! SHH!..silence! Wet leaves covered the way. Then look closely if you may. Sprinkled sparkling faerie dust Shimmers neath the leaves. And, if you follow the shining lights Those sights shall take the lead. Following the strath of twigs and weeds … Growing near the path The wetness of the leafy stuff Still bares the night time mask… Here, there, turns and twists Mark a path which won’t resist. All night long seeking an end. Running, skipping and stumbling on shin. Searched, knocked, and sought Only not to find Any faerie myths… Oh, how my heart… Does pine. I tired of your game, Oh, Faerie Running your path night long. Then decided I, Best to wander home. And, vaguely remembering sanity Since safety departed me, Calling from the woods It growled ferociously. Sad and disturbed Missed you again! And, lowering my face, Bares a fools return. Hey, Look yonder!!! There! My Mims! To be greeted by their love! The open arms of my kin. My family who loves me dearly, And they who prayed me home That night. Even despite myself. , Yes… Even despite myself.