Golden beams of morning sun
brake tree bows at first light
Gossamer wings stretch and flutter
as she shakes herself awake
Darkness leaves the glade
the fairy folk start their merry day
Tiny specks of fairy-dust float
as her wings spread wide to take flight
Today will be the day she catches his eye
for this is a fairy in love
And gossamer wings always reflect golden
when one is in love
Author notes
link to pic prompt
http://media.photobucket.com/image/fairy/sono_alice/sono_alice2/Copiadi6utn72w.jpg?o=51
A contest entry
- Pic Prompt by Riamh.
600 points, ended September 13, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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How happy and hopeful that is! I like it, best of luck in the contest.
Slayer


