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Fairy Spring The fairies beckon spring with soprano voice and fly aloft in silver streams of clouds, with golden hands they mold the sun with rays, and wake the breeze that sweeps the mist away. They coax the bulbs eternal oath of blooms to breathe before the evening amethyst. Through trees they flit and pirouette with glee and sprinkle magic dust with wings like fans. With quaint and quiet grace they promise blooms of resting flowers, chilled by winter’s pout. Their silver threads delight the rose and fern then weave the lilac tints that color spring. Withdrawn is ice that sealed the river’s flow, and captured waters kiss the fairy’s wand, while winter’s fingered grasp of stone relents. The spring remembers hands of fey and light, un-ruffles forest’s plume and spreads her gown of silk, that mends the winter’s worsted gray. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Claire H. Currier On Date: 2008-07-05 02:24:46
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Fairy Spring...an enjoyable title that grabs one's attention and then delivers all that it promises. Your words bring to life fairies who in turn bring life back into the world. You can see them fly aloft in silver streams of clouds,
with golden hands they mold the sun with rays,
and wake the breeze that sweeps the mist away. How enchanting this is to me.........Spring is my most favorite time of the year for the world is awakening after its winter's nap and you have penned this so well. Your world flow and as they flow your images presented come to life before our eyes. Thank you again for sharing your God given talent with us. God Bless, Claire