A flower
fairy’s home
is walled
with twining stems
and roofed
with petals yellow
with green
leaves at the window
a tiny niche
a place for
summer chats
with birds
and bees
in singing
chirps
and humming
buzz
a place to
watch stars
from cupped
petal’s seat.
And when the
soft snow covers
transformed to
a mound of white
a place to
rest and wait.
ha rather magical a fairy's home now isnt it...and i imagine there is peace to be found there as well...a refuge...
ReplyDeleteBig smile. I love this image...love the idea of garden fairies.
ReplyDeletenice...this sounds like a beautiful refuge..
ReplyDeleteMagical. I always wanted to believe in fairies and you've just awakened that wish. Beautiful. Almost nostalgic for me.
ReplyDeletenice take on the prompt..I can imagine this ;)
ReplyDeleteThis poem speaks to my inner-dreamer :)
ReplyDeleteThis poem really puts me into the perspective of a tiny fairy. I love it!
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