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September 22, 2014

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Happy Fall!

Goldenrod has grown long yellow fingers.
A crowd of eager mums are mid-laugh as
Hedgehogs nibble skunk cabbage.
Even white snakeroot,
Abloom at the wood’s edge,
Looks deceptively harmless,
But the deer leave it be.
Purple asters open wide, tiny but cheery.
Summer fairies line their beds with milkweed down,
Make quilts of hydrangea petals and
Dodge spiky, armoured chestnuts.
Dahlias bloom, large as dinner plates.

Happy Fall!

Note: The autumnal equinox is September 23, 2014, and this is the day summer changes to fall in the Northern Hemisphere, where I live in the USA. The earth is now tilting away from the sun and we will have shorter days and less warmth for 6 months.

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August 26, 2014

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Secret Folk

Deep in the wildwood,
Beneath the green leaves,
Hide a welter of wee folk.
They play tricks, keep their secrets,
Hobnob with toads and kiss dragonflies.
Tuesdays, they take tea with an elderly dragon,
Nibbling hazelnut tarts and sunshine flan.

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August 1, 2014

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Japanese Garden Magic

Magic hides in the quiet spaces:
Weights lift in the greening.*
Tree branches and bark take shapes
In the corner of the eye;
Lights flicker like fairies dancing.
A turned head, and the magic’s gone.
An arched bridge holds infinite
Possibilities for revealing
Secrets, just over the crest.
Only children can climb it.
Invite the magic to sup jasmine tea
And nibble an almond sweet,
And soon the whole day seems a dream.

* Note: This use of “greening” is meant to refer to the process of feeling younger in a garden, feeling the years drop away and spirits lift. Greening can be defined as the return to youthful characteristics.

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July 30, 2014

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Frog, Alone

Frog was completely alone! Toad was worried: was Frog sad? Frog answered: “I am happy. I am very happy. This morning when I woke up, I felt good because the sun was shining. I felt good because I was a frog. And I felt good because I have you for a friend. I wanted to be alone. I wanted to think about how fine everything is.”
— Arnold Lobel, from Days with Frog and Toad, Alone

Today the sun was shining,
Breeze and sense of ease, entwining.
The frogs were swimming,
All the world was grinning.
Dragonfly fairies danced,
The scent of lilies entranced.

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July 7, 2014

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Joyful Heart

Fairies gladden, sharing beauty,
Fences cannot hold them back.
They dance in and out of spindles
Spreading magic along their track.

Happy Monday! I’ll soon be traveling and changing time zones, but I will still be in search of magic. May you find some in your life, too! My heart shines with joy at beginning a summer adventure. I hope you go adventuring, too! And I have discovered the joy of compression bags and packing cubes. LOL These are quite magical things not unlike Hermione’s beaded bag in Book 7 of Harry Potter. How I long for Hermione’s beaded bag… What are you longing for?

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June 24, 2014

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Happy International Fairy Day!!

Here is a poem in honor of the fairies, Flower Bower:

Fragranced wind blows steadily,
Sparkles of magic spin and settle to the meadow.
Fairies dance jigs when the fiddler plays
Under the shady flower bower.

Happy International Fairy Day!!

References: Days of the Year, Punchbowl, Fae and Enchantment Magazine, and The Examiner.

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March 25, 2014

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Spring is Sprung

The fairies have been busy.
Under the deepest snow,
They have sprinkled vernal equinox sparkles,
And everywhere spring is springing!

Irises Hear Spring’s Song

Hyacinths Yearn toward the Sun

Crocuses Create a Green Crescendo

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December 6, 2013

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Fairy Ball Fibonacci Poem

Shh!

Hide,

Fairies!

Hold fans high

Pretend we’re cabbage,

Think ornamental vegetable!

No more chorus line once music stops and fae-folk hide.

Slowly, as night dons its purple, starry cloak, the fae ball resumes, with pipe, fife and song.

Note: A Fibonacci Poem is one in which each succeeding line is equal in syllable length to the syllable length of the preceding two lines added together, or one, one, two, three, five, eight, thirteen, twenty-one, thirty-four, etc.

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November 8, 2013

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Fairy Candles In The Sky!

Elephant’s Picture Book is saving many gorgeous illustrations, and making them available to us on-line! This one is a friendly fairy tale, but to find many others, visit her site. I hope you enjoy it. Have a great weekend! Brenda

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