Fairie Meadow

Fairie Meadow I've never looked as close as when I was a child at cuckoo spit and wonders, things of pleasure and the wild imagining there fairie things or warm moss on cold stone crawling life, their secret work, under blade buzz and drone And I never have I listened as I did when I was young the creaking crickets yonder dew washed in summer sun I'd Imagine scent was colour cloudy as liquid perfumes pearly spider strings trembling in hedges weed and bloom