Up, Up, Up She Goes

she flittered, she flew taxing her wings, little sputtering things with each teeny-tiny flap - a sparkle of gold twinkled her wee little sky up up up she goes faerie friends laughed at her goal to see the heavens from Redwood Mount the tree tickled by her effort and sparkling breathless arrayed with golden boots, skirt then shirt she lands and sleeps for awhile dreaming of stars circling her weary nest maternal arms gently wrap around this teeny-tiny force of nature she yawns and sees the dawn colors imagined only on the ground paint the horizon she waves her wand and captures specks her pointy toes will touch the earth after the sunshine of Summer the hallelujah winds of Fall brisk snow of Winter and in the flowery Spring she lands as the faerie applause explodes barely whispering in the ear’s of a gnat 1/5/2019