Sprout wings, flaxy wings,
Sparkling sunshine wings,
Tensile gossamer
Edged in forest green.
Fly from hilltop to
Hilltop marking the
Wayside stones and bones;
Flit through dense trees, a
Fresh damply morning
Scent assails the nose;
Dewdrops glint yet don’t
Dampen toes, as we
Skim archaic tracks.
Polly Robinson © 2012
Fairy wings (Photo credit: kendiala)
