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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A POLLEN PUFF WAND Puff, puff, a pollen puff That blows from a single rose; The Field Fairy blonde, waves her gold wand Constructed from giggles and bowes. Butterflies know when springtime is late And the moon is covered in cloud; The Field Fairy blows a honey gold mist Over flowers that bud in a crowd. And Hummingbirds know, she takes from the stars A glistening light for their wings; She sprinkles the shimmering silvery stuff So every hummingbird sings. And the seedlings dance in burgeoning spring As dressed little joys of green; And the pollen puffs given soft pearly tuffs Are tossed from this Field Fairy queen. Puff, puff, wand of the fairy That fell from a single rose; Brilliant in light and conjuring flight, Constructed from giggles and bowes. Then the tree top knows as it rocks to-and-fro To drop a warm breeze from the south, So the dolphin doubles, can be sent foamy bubbles That she blows from a straw through her mouth. And the Forrest Fairies dance as April arrives And the days grow emerald and new; The Field Fairy touches lacy cobwebs With the wet morning mist’s sticky dew. Butterflies know when springtime is late And the poppies sleep snuggled and proud, The Field Fairy blows a honey gold mist Over flowers that bud in a crowd. Puff, puff, a pollen puff That blows from a single rose; Her wand splashing stardust with magical gust Constructed from giggles and bowes. And butterflies know she dreams of her field With wildflowers waving hello; Then wielding her magic for three baby chicks That fell from her wand, plumed in yellow. And the butterflies know when ice starts to melt And the jubilant snow goes away, The Field Fairy brings lanky spring colts To buck and frisk in the hay. Butterflies know when springtime is late She’ll sail colors brilliant and loud; The Field Fairy blows a honey gold mist Over flowers that bud in a crowd. By Edlynn Nau © December 5, 2018 (For Lilah Hanlan on her first birthday)
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