In the Fairy Wood a cool wind sings
Songs of summer past: Larks and cherry blossoms
Rambling roses for fairy posies.
Speckled yellow, ruby and rust leaves swirl,
Crunching under toes.
Dappled light, warm and bright Iilluminates
faces of forest mythological creatures,
A shadow show emerging; tree nymphs, Boris the troll
And frolocking fairies.
Brooding skies like galloping waves,
Tallow mallow ggiant’s fists!
Twisters suck up golden mists.
Through wild woods,
Parting shimmering drapes,
Greeted by a fanning of tiny hands
Seated next to dryads wrapped in cosy ruby capes.
Swirling dervlas swish folksy skirts,
Weaving dreamily through silver birches.
Crystals wink as the fairy choir sings in the wings,
Waiting for woodland girl to emerge, her gown tinged with whispers
of pearly tears.
Trailing across silvery skies, a carriage pulled by white doves glides…
The audience sighs!
Queen of the forest has arrived!
Blossom floats blissfully
Like gossamer,
Kissing our faces
With fairy breath.
On my walks now blossom is bountiful in wonderful rich cherry pinks to the most delicate whites. It is the translucent whites which I love to look up and see wonderful patterns and shadows and smell nature’s sweet spring breath. Magic!
A sprinkling of lavender jewels twinkle;
Periwinkles’ are fairies tools,
Wound on earth’s spindles,
Into wedding bedding
With rose quartz runes.
As newly weds sleep,
Their dreams steep
Together so they are bound
Peacefully forever.
Fly away with me
Over the stark moon,
Far beyond the
Darkening trees
Where wee fae lark
Playing tunes on
Silver spoons:
Whilst three cloaked
Folk cast runes.
“Don’t stray
Where amber eyes
Prey”.
There in the shadows
Crones moan and cackle
And bones rattle
Below in the gallows.
mermaids shake
In the shallows.
Weird sallow worms
Wake as the cauldron
Quakes;
Feared fakes
Tumble,
Crumble,
Spit and bake.
Lavender Moon: Artist, Poet and Lover of Nature 
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