dancing in dim light of morning’s come-here
or come-down dusk, are little bright-light hums
dressed in their wing and finery
to send out coded creations
which we can only gather a guess at
bathing in brooks and babble streams,
they gather to ring around roses,
and midnight essences rising
in beauty for Beauty’s sake
delicate dust, seen only by a discerning eye,
filters through leafy canopies
to slide down slanted beams;
such blessings we seldom acknowledge
dance my darlings, with industrious bees,
supping on sweetest honey, and splendid cups
of creation’s dew
speak in soulful sentences only a freed heart can hear
and let us join in your chanting circle
before Sun strips us of magic and musing
and hides pocketfuls of soft cherish-crudités
to rest until rush of darkness demands they dance
again
Author notes
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A contest entry
- Fireflies and Fairydust... by azlyn.
857 points, ended September 27, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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ENCHANTING!!!
Simply wonderful! I adored this journey of magic and joy! Thank you so very much for entering!
Blessings~
Az
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before Sun strips us of magic and musing
and hides pocketfuls of soft cherish-crudités
Beautiful! Best of luck in the contest!
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Your natural soulfulness is prevalent throughout this incredible piece, my Friend. Good luck in the contest, Sweetie.
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