by L D Redmond

Created on: October 23, 2007

Sparkles of light in the morning,
Is a sign that a fairy is yawning,
Spreading her wings,
She flutters and sings,
As she washes her face, with the petals of lilies.

In the water below,
She washes her toes,
Flicking it up, it sprinkles her nose,
The breeze lifts her hair,
It touches her face,
Then settles on wings as fine as lace.

Reflections, of the sun are dawning,
And play together in the waters new morning,

They catch her eye as she lifts her hand,
To protect her delicate face, and as,
She bends to see the face below,
So beautiful, it cannot be so.

Waving hello to her reflection,
Then readies her wings for her destination,
Up she flies as pure as grace,
Flitting around at a startling pace,
Her wings are silent as they lift her higher,
And she spots the treasure of her desire.

A blanket of red waits below,
The sweetness calls her so she must go,
Down to the feast she knows so well,
Her eyes close at the delicious smell,
She feels pure, refreshed, and awake,
Berries for breakfast are hers to take,

From the excited patter of her wings,
Sparkling dust scatters and flings,
Spiraling down she meets her treasure,
Her mouth waters with intense pleasure,
She cups the berry in her hands,
Then holds it to her cheek.

The aroma is deep, she breaths it in,
Feeling its coolness on her skin,
She can wait no longer she must confess,
Therefore, her lips brush past juiciness,
Dining on the jewels of the land, she bites into her ruby,
There are more to be had scattered about,
She will seek more, she has no doubt.

Learn more about this author, L D Redmond.
Click here to send this author comments or questions.