So Glad They Are Back
Unusual day
There’s a strange scent in the wind,
Unfamiliar scent.
I feel eyes on me.
Carefully hidden from view,
I glance at my land.
Something is different.
A unique smell, a snapped twig.
I grow gypsy ears.
Survey horizon,
Slowly and methodically.
I am being watched.
The ground is barren.
Cold, stiff, and frozen.
So February.
Tiny glints of light
Leads eager eyes to the south.
I know it’s an elf.
It’s not the first time.
In summer I had faeries.
Dancing with delight.
A relieved smile.
I am happy, all-knowing.
So glad they are back!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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