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Fairies Stroke's of Luck
Fairies Stroke's Of Luck
Traipse taffaria fairies, comps citrine
fragrances, tis thirty orangey glean
plucked days hath November, foundation blend,
paints its labored autumns rests, well-earned friend.
Forbade naught tis these pristine fairies, gifts
kids pain brief, gather teeth hid neath pillows,
wands magical dreams, wield light, rare shrubs swifts,
primed raw fairies trainee, Greenwings, each knows.
Waned Fall grant wildflowers-stitched fairies, tell
all hibernate games and creatures stores, while
kids frolicked heaped leaves; aged viewed its hues, smile,
yon fairies whisp fringed season as chill fell.
Autumn ends twain fortnight, Jack Frost awestruck,
Blessed bounteous crop, a fairy's mint luck.
***taffaria; Fairies' wings are made of a special material called taffaria. This ultra-strong, silky and transparent material is clear at first glance but actually has all 7 colors of the rainbow in it. Red, purple, yellow, pink, blue, green and orange.
2019 October 30
*1st Place*
November Twinkle Fairy
~~Caren Krutsinger
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