Dawn's Visitors
Waking, I heard a lovely song.
Somehow, the music didn't belong.
Bell-like in tone, to softly please.
Perhaps was only summer's breeze.
Dreamlike music, not lasting long.
I opened blinds and there, askew
pocket-size fairies spritzing dew.
Midst them smiled a green leprechaun.
Their tiny laughter welcomed dawn--
wee pixies only rainbows knew.
Sun starts its rise and day begins.
Their music stops, their graceful spins.
Quickly, they leave in group as one.
In dawns, I search; in wind they've gone.
They filled my dreams with violins.
Originally submitted January, 2022
Totally rewritten June 13, 2022
for Tall Tales Three Fantasy Fiction Contest
by Jeff Kyser
5th place
Copyright © Ann Peck | Year Posted 2022
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