Tempers ran high when the snow started to fall.
Frog would not come out of his palace at all.
Orla Fairy drank cup after cup of tea.
Jake the Forest Snip, belligerent was he.
Down the slippery village road he stalked.
Approaching all the closed doors: Bang! bang! he knocked.
A Siberian tiger paced and snarled,
Snow piled onto his fur, nails old and gnarled.
Forest Snip banged on the Weather Witch’s door,
Calling out, “What are you thinking, you great bore!”
“You tell her,” said the old tiger with a grin.
“Stop your banging!” came a shrill voice from within.
Out with demands came a magnificent mouse:
“Stop making a racket in front of my house!”
“We all talked and decided, it would be spring!”
Jake the Forest Snip’s words had a rousing ring.
Fairy Orla put down her tea, now resigned.
Outside, she said: “Mags, an accord was designed.”
“Don’t you dare call me Mags,” the Weather Witch grumped.
“But why did you change your mind? We are all stumped,”
Fairy Orla inquired. “Dear, we all see snow.”
“Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow, you know!
How can I ignore that?” asked the Weather Witch.
The tiger’s black and white striped fur gave a twitch.
He growled: “Don’t tell me we have to wait six weeks!”
Fairy Orla sadly brushed snow from her cheeks.
“All this cold for a Pennsylvania rodent?”
Fairy Orla snapped, ending quite despondent.
The witch scratched her mouse whiskers with tiny nails.
“There might be a way, but if done wrong it fails.
Gather some helleborus, ginger root, moss,
Shrew coat clippings, raven feathers, grassy floss,”
The Witch listed, hugging her pink coat tightly.
“Gather all that, my friends, gather it sprightly.
A brew will I prepare that will end this storm,”
Gravely she spoke, looking at snowflakes, forlorn.
All but the ginger root came quickly to hand.
Not one could be found on fairy village land.
They bartered for roots with five passing tinkers,
But Forest Snip lost them dicing with drinkers.
Now all were snarling at Jake the Forest Snip.
He left to go south on an extended trip.
More and more snowflakes drifted quietly down.
“Each thing has its time,” quoth the mouse with a frown.
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
This is so fun! I love that he gambled away the ginger root 🙂
LOL Yes, a naughty boy! And thanks.
…’Out with demands came a magnificent mouse:
“Stop making a racket in front of my house!”…’
I love this poem, and this is verse I like most! I can almost see it…Well my neighbor, being told to keep the music down: it’s 10 pm on a Sunday night and tomorrow it’s no holiday….you see…
Snow day here, weather-created holiday! Woo-hoo! My kids love the Weather Witch! LOL
I used to as well, long ago…We used to think that if we would rub bacon on the school, on a winter storm day off, the dog would come and eat (the school that is) 🙂
Ever seen a school eaten by starved dogs?
Neither did I> but the dream, ohhh…
Yes indeed, we have a lot of folklore, going back thousands of years. We also had some talented children stories, and still do!
I tried to make reference to you last haiku, but could not find it.
It would be listed in the Poetry Contents page on the top bar of my website. Which haiku were you looking for? I tend to put “Haiku” in the name.
A fun read…I’m despondent too..6 more weeks of winter…brrr….
There you go, that nasty groundhog!!
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
WONDERFUL—WONDERFUL!!!! FAIRIE TALES WITH FLURRIES!!!!
This should be a children’s book
Aw, that would be SO COOL!! LOL I wish I had the art skills to illustrate myself. I fell asleep last night on the dark thought that if I ever do find an agent who is interested, what if she asked me to take it all down and stop. Eeek!
You really should, Brenda….you’re so talented!!!
Awww, my ego likes you!
Delightful poem … Very enjoyable. 🙂 Thank you.
Thanks for your kind words! Glad you enjoyed my little verse fairy tale. 😀 Cheers, Brenda
🙂 Will come by to read more. Thanks.
LOVE every scrap of word, and the photo is amazing! I want to live in one of those houses!!! Beautiful!
LOL, The Forest Snip left a vacancy… 🙂 Thanks!!
The picture grabbed my attention and the poem kept me here – great post, Brenda.
Glad you liked it! Thanks for commenting. Warmly, Brenda
Loved the imagery the words conjured!
Oh, I’m so pleased. Thanks for leaving a comment! Warmly, Brenda
Very beautiful picture, and text is amazing, too!
great pics, great words, great ending )
Breanda, thank for the cheery smile this gives me. Take care, Bill
Glad you are smiling. Santa lives! Warmly, Brenda