The Fairy Child

I was peeking in my garden,

looking for them there.

Were they behind the mushrooms three?

Could I catch them unaware?

I inhaled the 

breath of springtime.

Gazed on daffodils 

joyous in season's prime

but my heart's desire

was to catch a sight

of the secretive garden fairies 

in full fanciful flight.

Anon, I doth ne'er fear
that tomorrow's morn

I will seek in the clear

and hope that mine quest 

is not clothed all forlorn

to spy my childhood 

wing'ed friends;

the fairy child

in my garden beds.