I watch and wait
Sitting on the bank
Of the deep green pond
Humming a soft song
The pearls in my body
Begin to set
Now I know
There’s nothing to fret
My mind was a bedlam
My heart askew
Now all is silent
Now I shan’t move
I trail my hands
Along your face
The silhouette of my love
Taking me to that place
You were lost
But now are found
And now my mind
Is safe and sound
The fairies laugh
The lambs doth cry
Because I’ve come
To weep a goodbye
But thou shalt not weep
Not over me
For I am not lost
On the deep dark sea
Not on earth
Not in heaven
But somewhere out there
Where I can hold him again
Faeries catch tears that drain from your soul
They sift away fears mix them in blue bowl
Add some sparkling water and dandelion dust
Tooth fairy tarter from old heirloom tooth rust
Stirring with whimsical wands they sing loud
Restructuring the tears into those for smiles
Where do tears go when they fall from cries
Fuchsia faeries know making tears of joy and pride
we tiptoe into the garden trying not to make a sound
have heard that the famous three faeries wee are around
stop short of the flowers, stare into the hollyhocks now
they are flitting among the blossoms, none of us know how
if we get closer, they might transmogrify or disappear
so we ease down on our bellies and resolve to stay here
the three faeries wee are as delicate and pretty as we were told
watching them flutter and flit around the flowers never gets old
Elf marveled at the forest’s spectacular quiet
his feet made soft sounds as he walked through
when would the faeries return?
they usually came back by the Ides of March
a yellow butterfly gave Elf a gentle blink
a warning that an ogre or gremlin was near
butterflies are the best warning signs a forest has
Elf dove under a mushroom and stilled his breathing
a mean-looking ogre marched straight toward him
Elf shut his eyes, and put himself into a fetal position
Hoping not to be noticed or sniffed out
a faerie’s giggle woke him up a few minutes later.
march sunrays glitter
the snow recedes
and the faeries
stir from their long sleep
much to do
a kiss here
a kiss there
nature awakens
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yellow leaves flutter
resembling butterflies
faeries dance
this new found flower was a combination of delight and joy
delicate, veined and fuchsia like an orchid
with teeny tiny white faerie daisies in the center
I did not know the name, but it was from God’s best imagination
Willie Anne finds faeries at least once a day
Sometimes in the field, forest, meadow or hay
How she finds them, no one can say
but when we come out, they all fly away
three faeries with beautifully veined transparent wings arrived at midnight
Not unlike Pan who had been there before, they brought happiness light.
Their mission was to add some levity and joy to the current night life
I sneaked up on them in silence, feeling more voyeur than young wife.
Silent in the deep weeds, I watched the three faeries frolic and play in fun.
If I made a loud song, they would be gone way before the returning sun.
At three a.m. I sneezed, and the entire faerie brigade stood perfectly still.
“Come on out!” one demanded, staring at the neighboring hill.
Out came a dragon, a buzzard, two raccoons, a squirrel, a frog and a fish.
The fish was in a bowl, being carried by the raccoons, as if a delicate dish.
We will teach you some dance moves, the faerie queen said, “okay?”
More was going on, but a the sandman in a dream whisked me away.
I know what I saw, I am not wrong about that.
I still see these three faeries, at the drop of a hat.
Sometimes I sneak out at midnight to try to glimpse them again.
So far, I have come up empty, but some day, it will be a win.
who captures a faerie’s dreams?
Do they float forever?
Are they stopped by no one?
Does the cosmos swallow them up?
Are they in the ether to be gleaned by the empaths?
Who captures a faerie’s dreams?
Who?
Is she more magical because she is pink?
I have no idea, but it makes sense as pink stands for love.
Pink brings innocence and sincerity into the equation.
I flitter around looking for the pink faerie.
She is elusive, but I hear her tittering.
I see a garden of carnations, but do not enter it.
If she wants to show herself, she will.
Forcing faeries is never a good idea.
Faeries prophecy had spelled out the invasion of the fireflies
The beginning of a new era of kindness, peace and love
I was thrilled to see that it must have started today
The beauty brought by these lightbearers is not easy to describe
How can the entire faerie family fit into this tiny house?
The questioners did not realize it went underground
Had two levels, and faeries do not take up much room
They can fold themselves up, and even evaporate on whim
Vancouver looks flooded from this bridge
I see one lone brave water skier rounding a curve
It is November, but there are no biting wind chills
It is unrecognizably warm for Thanksgiving week
there are blotches and blips of leaves on the water
Oranges, tangerines and cinnamons twirling a bit
Let’s take a peek at the autumn faeries, I suggest
I hear one laugh, she sounds like a tingling chime
No one wants to take the hike, which is okay
Solitude is my preferred hobby, making photographs easier
no pushy humans demanding selfies and such
I linger for a while, now a fulfilled pirate queen
Vancouver looks flooded from this bridge
I see one lone brave water skier rounding a curve
It is November, but there are no biting wind chills
It is unrecognizably warm for Thanksgiving week
there are blotches and blips of leaves on the water
Oranges, tangerines and cinnamons twirling a bit
Let’s take a peek at the autumn faeries, I suggest
I hear one laugh, she sounds like a tingling chime
No one wants to take the hike, which is okay
Solitude is my preferred hobby, making photographs easier
no pushy humans demanding selfies and such
I linger for a while, now a fulfilled pirate queen
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