Dandelion fairies, carrying childish
Wishes abroad, down the block or
To the next yard, catching the light,
A magical fall of twirling snowflakes
Touched by a breath of mid-summer
Jar of fireflies, fruit of hours of labor--
Running and leaping, crawling on deep,
Moist grass that smells of spring even in
July--caught with joy, now dancing
And doomed on a nightstand, until
A gentle hand strokes a downy cheek
And then carries them outside, to
The dewy night, and freedom
Shower of sparks glimpsed through a glade
Of evergreens and turning vines, late on
An autumn afternoon--startling bursts of fire
Dripping onto the paper-dry forest carpet--
Tricksters who suddenly reveal themselves as
Golden aspen leaves, kindled by a spotlight of
Sun breaking through the velvet canopy
(c) 2013, by Hannah Six
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