silly me
my garden's a glade
where nimble fairies
leap and laugh
from leaf to blade
hear unsurpressed giggles
tinkling through
a morning mist
in my window
trills of warbling
reasonable song
jump onto my pillow
eager as dawn
wakes me as sun
pours her newlit beams
through feathery whispers
of sassafras
pine dappling fairieland
in a patchwork of dreams
running up porch railing
with my honeysuckle vine
where nimble fairies
leap and laugh
from leaf to blade
hear unsurpressed giggles
tinkling through
a morning mist
in my window
trills of warbling
reasonable song
jump onto my pillow
eager as dawn
wakes me as sun
pours her newlit beams
through feathery whispers
of sassafras
pine dappling fairieland
in a patchwork of dreams
running up porch railing
with my honeysuckle vine
posted by CCCCppppCCppp at 7/05/2006 03:23:00 PM
3 Comments:
Beautiful
What picture you've painted!
A very Dickinsian format -- no punctuation, no capitalisation, but no quite so esoteric. Another good one.
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