Imagine
Kelly Dopp

Sprite toes on flower petals glide through dew,
With wings of crystals tightly bound and sewn
To echoes of sweet brilliant songbirds’ tune.
The faeries dance where untamed plants have grown.

Enchanted forests bring you to their stage.
Up close their magic skin so pale and bright,
Where glitter dust alight in hues of sage
Is caught in fragile dance of faerie light.

The faeries’ flowers reach the ending spot
And dancing ends with looming shadow near.
The garden tender meets the untamed plot.
From fenced-in edges, dancers disappear.

The mind’s faeries are left to dance unseen
Because imagination has been preened.