no mere whimsy, to extend this trembling hand
no mere words able to express
how verses and prose and lyrics and song
together make a path of stepping stones to
one where whimsy is free
and so are the trees,
rustling and gossiping and twittering with paper leaves
where fish of ink leap and splash
and winged things with music staffs flash
blossoms bloom, vines will twine
may this group I call mine?
Fae By Nature
There is a crossroads where two domains meet,
where pixies on deer mice ride past your feet.
Where flying formations of silkmoths and faeries
stir up the dancing mist, silvering prairies.
Mermaids and mantas ballet in the seas,
whilst dragons and barn swallows swoop over trees.
Foxes step lightly where unicorns trot,
and sylphs are just visible — or maybe they’re not!
Where is this magic place? How do you seek it?
Discover a map hidden somewhere in secret?
Chant ancient words and then wave an oak wand?
No, silly human! Just feel the deep bond
that you have with this earth,
you and every wild creature