the skirt ruffle lost
fairies’ spring fling
walk in the woods
with sunlight and fairies
Eden has not been lost
these maple seeds
moon dust and magic
feather the window
in fairies’ cold gold
iris is where
the fairies shop
for ruffled petticoats
fairies and sprites
ice and snow
enchant the woods
The seamstress for the fairies
tailors fashions out of fuchsia
leaves with scalloped edges
When flowers weep
fairies call out the sun
to dry their tears.
Soft enough for fairy feet
a luxuriant moss
carpets the woodlands.
Golden leaves filled with sparkle
a winter delicacy of the woodland fairies.
The wee folk embroider
with echinacea needles
using flower filament thread.
Betrothed to each other and the earth
fairies place their wedding rings
on flower pillows side by side
during the nuptials.
Only during the solstice
is the veil between the worlds thin enough to see
where fairies hang their dancing shoes.
These are the magic shoes that fairies wear
to the Pine Needle Ball each summer solstice.
On an ordinary day a walk reveals
the enchanted place
where the golden birch resides
totem for fairies and unicorns.
Beloved early guest of spring, goddess of the awakened earth.
Twin blossoms of love and protection mark the entrance to fairyland;
inviting you to venture past the invisible gate and into the world of delight.
In the midst of winter,
the willow shines its golden light.
This is where the fairies dance at night.
A slide of green velvet moss,
a plush pile carpet of leaves,
water carbonated with laughter –
this is the spot where the fairies play.