The Fairy Garden

Spring flowers
inspire
fairy's wings
desire

flowers laid 

just so

a silver cup with

honey & water to go

Careful planned
the layers upon layer
fine fresh greens
offered by soothsayer

a daffodil sits
a crown amongst gems
the best of the season
for little folk to attend

Paint It Red

Have I ever mentioned
that my favourite colour is red?

Yup, it catches my eye enough
to always turn my head.















Whether it be
mushrooms bright upon a tree

Or a dragonfly's gaze
staring back at me












When I feel the wind whistling by
I know fairy brushes are hanging to dry
in the forest glen on this warm day
as they've been busy painting my world so gay

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.