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.
Poetry and Photography by Sheri Edwards