The Faeries

Bracken breached hawthorn hedgerows hide teeny folk with tiny toes. Sheer gossamer wings; shy butterflies Dew-drops lit by dawning skies. Sandy hair, blue raven locks Auburn streaks on chestnut stalks Valley lilies invert to hats Wee portabella mushroom caps. Acorn shoes with resin soles Lace gartered legs and leafy shawls Dresses spun from brushed lime silk, petal pinks, or white as milk. Impish grins stoke laughing smiles. whimsy’s sound sets music’s tiles Curious eyes, small budded nose cream tinted skin, pink cheeks aglow. They live near boles of ancient trees Drink nectar from a hollowed seed They climb the stems of hollyhocks They twitter but will rarely talk. So when you take a morning stroll pause beside to a sun-lit knoll The calls you hear mightn’t be birds and cricket strums won’t mimic words.