Sunday, March 16, 2008

The Fairy



A fairy flies over the skies,
Over the seas’whispering breeze,
Winged flight flowing, up and then down,
Bubbling dreams drifting, dancing around,
The softness of flight lost in delight,
By softened cloud castles and lemon scented night,
Create quiet whispers, quieter than these
Orange blossomed blessings kissing the trees,
So listen, my child, though lateness and starlight
Illuminate the magic
of a star crossed night,
Lovers may wander while night’s face pales on,
Yet the fairy always hovers over the breath of a song.
S.K. Lindeman


My most recent painted rock.

7 comments:

Rosie's Whimsy said...

Garden Fairies are rejoicing all over the land!

((hugs)) Rosie

Sheila said...

How sweet she is.
The poem is lovely as well. Did you paint outside in this lovely day..?
Hugs
xx

Lynn@ The Vintage Nest said...

I love that~

Donna said...

How Pretty! I love Fairies..Have a happy day!!

Suzanne said...

How fun to find a little garden sprite in your lawn. She is so sweet!

Catherine Holman said...

I love fairies! Especially in the garden.
Hugs,
Cathie

Sunnispace said...

oh my goodness, mom, I love, love, love this poem and your fairy rock is so beautiful!