When Fairies Collide
A Poem
Autumn, the amber winged fairy
drifts through groves in copper lace
her breath a spice of cider mist
her fingers painting leaves with grace
.°❀⋆🍂.ೃ࿔🍂*:･🍂°❀⋆°.
She hums in winds that stir the trees
and scatters acorns where she treads
her laughter rustles through the breeze
and tangles gold in spider threads
.°❀⋆🍂.ೃ࿔🍂*:･🍂°❀⋆°.
She twirls in twilight’s amber hush
with cheeks aglow from apple wine
her gown a patchwork quilt of dusk
Upon her head, a crown of pine
.°❀⋆🍂.ೃ࿔🍂*:･🍂°❀⋆°.
But whispers stir beyond the vale
a hush that chills the marrow deep
When silence tiptoes on the grass
The days of Autumn prepare for sleep
.-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-.
For Winter, pale and silver eyed
emerges from her frozen seam
her voice a hush of crystal bells
her breath a trail of frozen steam
.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆❄️ ˚❆.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚❆𖥔.❄️.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆.
She wears a cloak of icy lace
Snowflakes fall softly at her feet
each step a hush, a frigid kiss
where Autumn’s warmth and Winter meet
.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆❄️ ˚❆.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚❆𖥔.❄️.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆.
The first frost drapes
a silent veil upon the ground
a shimmer stitched by Winter’s hand
that seals in Fall without a sound
.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆❄️ ˚❆.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚❆𖥔.❄️.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆.
Autumn sighs, her dance grows slow
her colors dim, her laughter spent
She curtsies low to Winter’s reign
then slips beneath the frost’s lament
˖⋆.𖥔❄️ ݁ ˖⋆❄ ˚❆.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚❆𖥔.❄.❄️𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆.
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Sara Wilson
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