by January 29, 2024 0 comments

I follow the fairy down the garden path
Searching here and there for the pot of gold
Skipping joyfully my mind out of synch
With the drudgery of the everyday world
Holding hands with some ethereal substance
Gleefully singing the words of ancient druids
Oh the scent of nightstock and climbing roses
I greet more fairies and we dance in a circle
Tripping over our long gowns so we dropped them
And danced and sang sublimely in the moonlight
We seemed to be of one sex or none no one bothered
The cup of wine was passed and we covered our nakedness
As the moon grew faint and the pink peach of the sun
Touched our senses and we kissed goodbye till next time.

editors note:

Imagine that! Really, imagine it. – mh clay

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