Friday, May 4, 2012

Where Fairies Dwell...


Fairies are such pretty things, with golden curls and shimmery wings... 'neath Bleeding Hearts she makes her home...

Yet sometimes feels the need to roam...

"This way!" Crow calls out to me...

'till trees...

and streams are all you see"...

Down the lane, around the bend... far beyond where sidewalks end...

A lilting laughter fills the air, must hurry now!... we're almost there... step softly on ivy~covered ground, careful not to make a sound... for if you do, she'll surely fly... above the trees in sunlit sky...

"She's somewhere near" Robin sings... "I heard the flutter of fairy wings"...

"Look through the hole in the ivy~covered tree...

where the apple blossoms perfume is Heavenly"...

With outstretched arms trees point the way...

Then under the arch where branches sway...

Amongst a bed of bark and green, she tries to keep from being seen... but fairies know when someones near, so quickly they will disappear...

And as I turned to walk away, I swear I heard the Robin say...

"This is a most enchanted place, protected by God's loving grace... so let her stay and rest a spell...

Amidst the thicket... where fairies dwell"... ~Julie Marie May 5, 2010