Friday, June 9, 2017

Faery Realm

A dark verdant canopy of tumbling vines
A lattice of lacework, entangled, entwined
The sun filters through
Onto cucumbers, squash
I marvel at diamonds of dew all awash
On glistening sweet shrooms that twinkle,
sparkle and shine
All part of a realm
That’s hidden, divine
A soft caress across my cheek
I’m startled, I wonder
I pause and then peek
A small face emerges
And withdraws, out of sight
I’m sure I just saw the sweet face
Of a sprite
I slow part the vines and look into green eyes
This lovely, capricious small pixie age five
We look at each other
And then we both know
We met once before
Under ancient pine bough