May Day Faerie

Wafting in a lazy leisurely swishy way Floating casually, unaware of her mystical prowess, She glides gently on the May breeze, in a mysteriously calm way Intriguing cardinals who take notice, and send her bird songs. An almost imperceptible trail of pixie dust follows her, lasts less time than a jet plane stream. The blue jay notices. She is back! He says, opens his mouth to announce. Robins and wrens begin to follow her path, feeling magical. May Day Faerie wafts in unaware of the commotion Which was not there seconds ago; being herself Gloriously humble, spreading love into blossoms of the eagerly waiting flowering plants and bushes. Tulips, lilacs, marigolds, geraniums, Rose of Sharon, Paying respect, to May first, maypole magic day, Loving their light-bringing leader who comes but once a year To lead by example, spreading joy only found in May.