My Garden Fairy
Have you seen my
garden fairy?
Metaled wings, and
so contrary,
Brassed and
scalloped parasol,
It keeps her dry
from winter fall.
Yet barefoot still
to feel the breeze,
And, every blade
of grass that grows,
Upon those slender
feet and toes.
She keeps her
vigil every hour,
Within her hand a
ribboned flower,
She waves to wish
a warmer wind,
For winter’s
wanton power rescind.
Peter Lowell
Paulson
January 7, 2014
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