A Fairy Jubilee

Dancing in a circle,
The fairies gathered ‘round
To share a little secret,
A treasure had been found;

A tiny fairy infant
Was born into the wood
Upon the young queen’s bower.
The fairies knew they should

Plan a celebration
Among the fairy clans
And they should paint a banner
To carry through the lands.

This is a grand occasion.
The oldest fairy queen
Had just become a grandma.
She waited at the scene

And held the tiny newborn
Up high for all to see.
With endless song and chatter,
They had a fairy jubilee.

The Fairy Queen and I

Where green shades are a way of life,
In each day’s solitude,
The fairies live their quiet lives
In a secret interlude..

They dance and sing to fairy song.
They’re free to share their lore
With those who know to seek them out,
Who come knocking at their door.

Last night, beneath the silver moon,
The fairy queen and I
Drank bluebell wine and talked a while
Beneath the starlit sky.

We sat upon her balcony
And watched the fairy light
That she’d had sprinkled on the trees
To make them glow all night.

She told me of the older days,
But they were long ago.
Now fairies have a secret place
Few people ever know.

But last night was so beautiful,
The best I’ve ever seen,
And I wish you had been there, too,
To see the fairy queen.

There Will Be Magic

Let your heart follow the river
Between the banks of snow.
Let the winter trees watch over you
And whisper as you go.

It's a fairy realm you're entering
If you venture down this trail
As winter first awakes and lifts
Her gossamer of a veil.

Hear the crystal notes of icicles
As you wind along this way.
Watch closely through the glitter;
You might see the fairies play

And you just might hear their laughter
Or you might just see them fly
From branch to branch against the blue
Of a sunny winter sky.

Just come along.  Walk softly here.
Come share the day with me.
I'm sure there will be magic
That you and I will see.

Sylvia's Garden

Sylvia city Garden
Is set for morning tea,
With painted plates and dainty cups
Arranged most elegantly.

Her quiet little garden
Is mystically tucked away
With dreams of trips to far off lands
And magical folks at play.

Her friends are always welcome
To come and share her view.
She only asks that they exchange
An interesting tale or two.

Imaginary Tea

Walking in the summer sun,
I came upon a sight,
A field of golden marigolds
that filled me with delight.

I wondered at their presence,
For they usually bloom in fall.
The scene seemed almost magical
As I stopped to see it all.

I turned my footsteps forward
And I found a new surprise,
An image from my childhood was
Laid out before my eyes.

Hidden in the marigolds,
spread out upon the ground
Were tiny cups and matching plates.
But no one was around.

I waited, hoping I would see
Just who had set this here.
I touched the table cloth beneath.
It added its own cheer.

But no one came and still the scene
Was beckoning to me.
So I sat down and had myself
Imaginary tea.