Faeries Favorite Time of Day
Her wings hold her lightly above
the coneflowers her favorite
She glided down onto a promising one
with bright pink petals
the dew causing a shine
Faerie’s favorite time of day
sun began reaching out with long loving fingers
Faerie reposed on the pretty blossom
Turing her face to the sun,
a gorgeous peace overflows her.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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