Meadow Magic
by
Sharron Tyrrell
copyright 07-10-2001
Age Rating: 18 to 127
In a country garden
near a worn out gate
I feel magic in the air.
As the breeze blows by
and the morning dawns
there are dew drops in her hair.
She's a tiny thing
on a toadstool tall
gazing in a looking glass.
Small booted feet
wearing shades of pink
such a pretty little lass.
She has golden wings
long flowing hair
she flies from bloom to bloom.
Chasing bumble bees
across garden paths
on a sunny afternoon.
Rides a maple leaf
down a running stream
trails her fingers in cold water.
On this lazy day
in the month of May
she is December’s daughter.
With a tinkling laugh
an occasional giggle
she brightens a cloudy day.
As she dons her hat
on a tilted head
and quickly flies away.
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