Tiny poems in celebration of the coming Spring:

lovely morning

greeting the morning

clamorous choir of finches

first blue sky in days

contrast

icicles trickle

a frozen puddle below

sunlight and shade

good morning

a different voice

I don't recognize you

cheerful bird

anticipation

pungent scent of mud

the epitome of Spring

mother earth waking

In the hedges are souls; one is mine.

I know it not.

I move forward in the moonlight

Take to wing, all below is forgotten

Every joy from now on will be

measured against the delight

of this night

The hawthorns whisper, “She is away…

   …is away…”   Their voices echo like the

farthest chimes carried on the breeze

Beyond the border of starlight,

devoured by darkness,

I pause for an instant.

I fly on.

These are a couple of my mom's gnome friends enjoying the new faery door I bought for them as a holiday gift. It's a magical door made by Sean the Gnome at Wee Folk Outfitters.  It is absolutely beautiful and remarkably crafted. (As you know,  gnomes are expert crafters.)

The door is hanging in my mom's kitchen, and the gnomes have been busy inviting all their faery friends in to have a look. Although some of Mom's kitchen utensils have been mysteriously misplaced since the installation of the faery door, there have also been random plates full of yummy cookies appearing on the counter overnight ;)  Not a bad trade-off I would say, so I am off to order my own faery door for my wee friends!

The following poem was inspired by Fleas'  videos of his own magical poetry transformed into equally enchanting music. If you haven't already, visit his video page at Root Deity Poems. (I'm sorry, I'm so hopeless at getting links to work.)

Dreams of Ever Spring

Half a moon cycle past

Winter's longest night

Across the sleeping, frozen land

Music fair and bright

Aphrodite's minstrel

Awaken me to bliss

Flowing spiral melodies

of waterfall caress

Encharmed by Otherworldly song

I dance away the morn

Through sunlight sparkled

meadows, scented flowers adorn

Conjured by a mortal

who steps from Faery dream

and sweetly sings remembrances

Of realms of in-between