Faery Dust And Memories

A little woodland faery, she fluttered in on gossamer wings

drawn to white coral bells and tiny things

along my garden walk:

an acorn cup, a hollyhock queen, a firefly's glow,

any little thing above or below

the flowers and vines, the rippling brook,

a toadstool seat, wild cherries to eat.

And, when I got used to her being there,

she was gone. I looked everywhere.

Naught did I find, nothing at all

but one little lily cap gone.... Did it fall?

Or does she wear it as a crown

to match her queenly faery gown

when she holds court?

(I always miss her, but most of all in August,

for that's when she first came to me
and when she went away again)

Photo:
Lilies of the Valley
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