Dance

DANCE

 

Fairies in pink satin

dance along the breeze;

while we mere mortals

see blossoms that please;

 

but if you feel the gentle

push of spring’s soft breath,

close your eyes and turn to spin–

-your mind clear and fresh–

 

hold your arms out and away,

and spin a dance so free

that fairies frolic by your side

and in your mind decree:

 

“spin again, and then once more,

your fingertips toward the sun

and when the breeze holds its breath:

of us you’ll see– just one;”

 

In just that moment dance the jig

until the wind’s brief pause,

blink your eyes for that one look:

one wee one, to you, nods.

 

Did you see the one who called you?

Did you time the pause just right?

For it takes perfect timing

To see a fairy’s light.

 

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Poetry and Photography by Sheri Edwards