Twilight Magic
Along a winding shaded path
As twilight deepens into night
The trees begin their evening song
And from the branches fairies come
To guide me with their glowing light.
Now strolling down the peaceful path,
Where flowers only bloom at night,
I watch the fairies tender care
Of blossoms in the pale moonlight.
A flicker here…a glimmer there
Of wings a-flutter on the air.
From hollow trunk and mushroom top,
The fairy folk observe my walk,
And as I pass beyond the wood
Into a glade, I hear
The music of the pipes and flute
Come drifting to my ears.
Susan Waterwyk, 2012
Regis
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