November Fairy
With the amber dawn, she was born
One bountiful November morn
She grows in skips of lissome luck
Trilling songs of squirrels and ducks
Her charm can please the gilded trees
Sweet lilting call of honeybees
Gifting to her human fairies
Ruby seeds of autumn berries
In her lilac eyes, a sprinkle-
A coy, periwinkle twinkle...
11/10/19
Copyright © Michelle Faulkner | Year Posted 2019
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