Anonymous ID: daa22d March 1, 2020, 10:33 p.m. No.8297642   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>7661

 

The Spring Pixie

 

Beyond the old red barn,

leaning heavily

against

the iron gate,

waits the forest glade,

where a young pixie sprite

with large brown eyes and

pale complexion, dressed in cobwebs,

sits on the soft-twisted knot

of an oak.

Her knees drawn to her chest,

her head laying in the fold of her arms.

 

Above her, a golden

leaf protects her from

the mist collecting in the trees.

She sighs in a small voice

only others of her kind can hear

"Oh how I miss the warmth of the sun,

the red robin's song

and the gathering of bluebonnet nectar."

 

Bitter wind blows,

the first frost

bites the last tender bit of green foliage,

as toads on the lily pond

sit frozen,

the crickets in a united chorus, sing, just

two then one,

then cold gray silence.

 

The little one

on the soft knot,  her movements slow,

stretches and yawns-

then falls asleep,

Softly she breathes, then turns a pale gray

as the golden leaf above her head breaks lose,

then slowly tumbles down and

wraps itself around her

keeping her safe and

unseen

until the first day of spring.

 

Return Of The Spring Pixie

 

Early morning, the red robin sings to the dawn,

welcoming a new day.

Echoes are heard from the old barn

where children are at play.

There's been a long silence in the woods,

now laughter awakens

the spring pixie inside her cocoon.

The buds that lie under the cold ground

push up through the earth,

standing straight and proud.

Inside a leaf, movement begins;

a hand pushes at the delicate casing,

working through each brittle scale.

This, her shelter, has kept the spring pixie safe

through the winter, but now she must be free.

The sun breaks through the canopy of an old oak,

shining on the wrapped golden leaf,

exposing the silhouette

of a tiny figure.

While down in the lily pond crickets and toads

sing louder their encouraging symphony.

"Spring is here at last, Pixie,

come dance in light with the fairies."

The spring pixie bursts through the leaf,

turning it to dust,

and it falls to the ground to nourish all of us.

She stands on a soft knot of the old oak,

her translucent wings spread open to the warmth of the sun

as they flutter in tune with the beating of her heart.

A rainbow of color shines all around her,

golden glitter shimmers in her hair

and what was once her dress of cobwebs,

is now a flowing white silk gown.

The pixie smiles,

then leaps into the open air

and like a hummingbird flies away.

All that can be seen is a trail of colorful dust

moving from tree to tree.

Anonymous ID: daa22d March 1, 2020, 11 p.m. No.8297702   🗄️.is 🔗kun

>>8297607

Of course. Aren't the Democrats/ deep state/ Judges

its more obvious to us, its frustrating to watch family and friends become more brainwashed by this push, this "crisis" "pandemic" California, Washington state, it's in our face.