Fairy Daydreams

Among the flowers lazily lounging high above, Bees hover and soar like pigeons, Counting their precious treasures, Delving in with rapturous delight. Elongated pebbles are my benches, Freckling the earth around me as I ponder. Gigantic zinnias block the sun, Hiding my fragile skin, Inking the milky tones crimson. Just as I begin to doze on my bed of rock, Kids dash by my garden forest, Laughter trilling like fragile wind chimes fills the air, Moist and thick between warm velvet soil and Nettings of vivid serpentine, jonquil, bittersweet, and cream Overhead, filtering rays like a stained glass masterpiece. Perfumed breezes wash over me, Quiet as a hummingbird’s breath, Refreshing as gardenia dew, Sliding through my hair like loving fingers, Through the leaves, causing them to rustle, Uplifting me by my glistening wings, Vanishing as easily as they manifest. Watching closely from the ground, Xylosma hedges safely guard Youngsters playing in the yard Zooming back and fourth and all around. 5 September 2014