Wednesday, January 26, 2022 A Flitting Fairy

A fairy flitted through the forest deep
Alas, she was shivering and cold.
Her mother’s admonitions she didn’t keep,
Nor wore her coat of gold.

“Too late, too late!” she feared the worst
To be caught by Old Man Frost
To live forever encased in a curse,
In a frosty tomb to be lost.

Just when her limbs were turning blue
And Despair did grip her heart
A rustling noise her attention drew
And Hope got a brand new start.

A beautiful cape was hung on a tree
The maple seeds clustered together
‘Twould fit her shoulders to a “T”
And protect her from the weather.

Old Man Frost reached out a hand
To claim his little prize
But the fairy warmed, she twirled and
Disappeared before his eyes.

So keep this warning in your mind
When Mother says, “Wear your coat!”
Don’t ignore her or you might find
A curse with no antidote!

I knew once I mentioned that a fairy might wear those maple seeds as a garment that a poem was brewing in the background. Do me a favor and read this out loud to someone. I’d love to make this poem into a little book with cute little illustrations.

Ah well, if wishes were horses, beggars would ride, and then I’d delete this post.