spring fairy

Every morning she walks alone.
Her eyes lost in distant hills,
her hands busy gathering
Wild red poppies burning like flame.

She picks up a huge bunch
of flaming red poppies
and golden sunflowers and
stiches them together as garland.

Or she gathers them together
in a bunch, wears them around
her head like a crown and pretends
she is the fairy of spring

Wears those rubies and nugget of gold
On her head full of golden, curly
tumbling locks, cascading all over
her body, her pretty rosy cheek.

She stands in the morning
sunshine, glowing like a
Greek goddess, oblivious of
the eyes full of love and smile.

That are cast toward that sight divine
a beautiful spirit, shining in morning sun
Immersed in own beauty and grace
reflecting the early morn spring sunshine.