~ A Fairy Affair ~

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Rarely seen by mortal eye,

they flutter, flit,

and swiftly fly!

Gossamer wings

of rainbow hue,

with a twinkle

disappear from view.

Trailing dust of dreams

and fantasy,

the fairies’ flight

few people see!

In mushroom rings

and shaded glen,

in forests deep

and ferny fen,

they frolic and in

wildflowers play,

reveling in simply

being Fey.

Bewitching sprites

of wild delights

they wait to dance

on lunar nights!

When gathering,

their numbers bloom

to dance by the light

of the pale, full moon!

Singing songs of

ancient rhyme.

Unmolested by

the sands of time.

Their cares for naught

but merry play,

they celebrate

the Fairy Way.

And when the sun

has just begun

to chase away the dark,

the fairies’ fun

will be undone,

at the first note

of morning’s lark.

Fading back

to leafy bough,

their colors turning

natural now.

They hide and slumber,

waiting for the chance

when next their number

shall gather and dance!

~ C.L.R. ~ © 2004

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