I did some tweaking to this poem -
Fairies shrouded in white, dancing, whirling
left and right,
sporting the winter game
Swirling beyond,
They turn and in step
follow the icy wind.
Fairies,together,
Spin and spiral about.
Above the white below
That reaches up
to touch the grey sky –
The veil of morning.
At last the fairies come to rest
and gently settle on
the mound below.
Swiftly, they vanish
into one with all that fell.
I'm jealous of your ability to paint such a pleasing picture with just a few words. Thanks to your springtime evocation of wintertime sprites, I started out with an image from "A Midsummer Night's Dream" (the entrance of Oberon), then flew with the little whirlwinds until, as they went to their rest, I woke refreshed and cool at least inside my head.
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That yet we sleep, we dream. I love A Midsummer Night's Dream....beautiful beautiful poetry.... Shakespeare wrote sublime verse just as Mozart wrote sublime music. Geniuses, or genii of creativity.
oh I wish I could be a better poet...I love the line 'flew with the little whirlwinds until, as they went to their rest, I woke refreshed and cool at least inside my head...'
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