Fairies

 

I used to see them often

collecting

armfuls of meadow sweet

to stuff their night time mattresses,

making doorways 

in their new

toadstool homes with sharp stones.

 

I used to see them often

sitting

under their fungal roofs 

stitching 

their summer dresses

of poppy and mallow petals

with long silk threads 

catching 

the summer sunlight

as the smiling spiders spun.

 

I used to see them often,

but not anymore.

 

Maybe they only come out at night now

and stitch and stuff under the moonlight.

 

I only know that

I miss them so.

https://lothlorienpoetryjournal.blogspot.com/2023/11/four-poems-by-lynn-white.html