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The Underliving
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God’s Love - Tracy R.Cardinet©2015 CAL USA

May 13th, 2015

Wisp of light comes peeking through

Softest fronds, awash in dew

Velvet night must say adieu


All the earth is colored pink

As if with magic fairy ink

How the flowers rush to drink


Everything will have its fill

Each crocus and each daffodil

Just ask the preening whippoorwill


Dawn spreads out her gentle hands

Upon both near and distant lands

Each living thing, it understands


Light grows from pink to gold, and then

Lush, lovely green is seen again

Time for a new day to begin


May this day, alive with wonder

In spite of lightning, in spite of thunder

Bless all creatures living under

God’s love.


“ God’s Love “  .  04-28-15  .  t.r. cardinet ©

Twilight - Tracy R.Cardinet©2015 CAL USA

May 13th, 2015

Spilling stardust from out her bowl

She settles in to bring

Sweet twilight, to both young and old

Then sparkles everything


Her essence wrapped in colors, grand

Her smile, it does beguile

Though we can’t see, nor understand

She lingers there awhile


A part of God’s great canvas, blue

The sunset in her hair

She whispers, “This is all for you”

To mortals, unaware


Tomorrow evening, she’ll return

To tuck daytime in bed

Then all the wishes, on the stars

She’ll tuck inside her head


Remembering every word and wish

This angel, filled with love

Will place our wishes in her dish

To give to God, above


“Twilight”  .  04-14-15  .  t.r. cardinet ©

Fairies In My Garden - Cheryl Burrows 1996© Liverpool UK

May 8th, 2015

Fairies In My Garden

There were fairies in my garden when I was only three,
They were my very special friends and they would play with me,
Their hair were shades of golden brown, their wings were very bright,
And their dresses were so pretty and shimmered in the light.

Their homes were in the plant pots that leant against the shed,
They took in them the fallen leaves and used them for their beds,
They would laugh and dance to merry tunes as the birds sang in the trees,
And sometimes gentle music was made by the blowing of the breeze.

But then I grew a little older and found other friends to play
The fairies sat down and told me that they could no longer stay,
As another little girl needed them as she had no friends of her own,
So they kissed me on the forehead and flew to their new home.

Sadly I never saw them again but now my grandchild comes to play,
I watch her by the garden shed and think I can safely say,
That the fairies are there for her until she makes friends of her own,
Before they fly away again to find another needy home.


Cheryl Burrows 1996 ©

In My Country - S.K.Lindeman2015©NY USA

April 11th, 2015

I have never built

a career, my career

is trashed by the

same garbage

that strewns

the earth’s landscape,

thrown on

the floor of the subway,

in the gritty spring,

where the crocus

pops through

a plastic bag,

while the mother looks

on, with eyes of stone

and the old woman

next to me,

speaks loudly

pointing, “in my

country”,  she

breaks into




“we don’t drop

candy into our

children’s hands

and leave trash

on the floor,

in my country”,

while the eyes

of strangers

stare at the child


this crinkled, finely

made up woman,

is she going to church?

spews her dissent,

her disgust

at a little child,

and i, complicit, by

being seated next to


try to tell her

in India they

throw trash

out of the train windows,

but today she is

swathed in rage, and

I start to shake


where the heart







© s.k. lindeman

Changeling Faces - S.K.Lindeman2015©NY USA

April 11th, 2015
Pretty pansies,
     pretty places
         yellow, purple,
             changeling faces.
Spring is changing
     winter’s glower
         for silver fairy’s
             golden flower.
                s.k. lindeman

Transformation - Dorothea Barth ©2015 Fallbrook CAL USA

February 24th, 2015

Rare siren fog entices
Inspires me to awaken
Immerse in woodland’s morning mist
Before by sun o’retaken
The dew spills forth the diamonds
Transforms this dry terrain
Brings magic to the morning
The faeries’ fond domain


by Dorothea Barth ©2015

Standing Stones - Dorothea Barth ©2015 Fallbrook CAL USA

February 24th, 2015

Stonehenge in the chaparral
Peculiar confession
This gathering of silver stones
Delivers such impression

Wee echo of their giant kin
That stand across the ocean
Assembled by fleet faery friends
With similar devotion


Standing Stones
by Dorothea Barth ©2015

Twitsey Witsey - John Guinness-©2115 Kings Lynn Norfolk UK

January 8th, 2015

I’m just a wee little elf
With a wee little smile
I’ve been all around the world
Well at least half a mile
I may not be very big
I may not be very old
I may not be the strongest elf
But I’ve a heart of gold
My name is Twitsey Witsey
I’m a hundred and five years old
I live deep down in a burrow
Out of the rain and cold
And if you want to find me
This is where I’d be
In my cosy burrow
Under the old oak tree

John Guinness-©2015 Kings Lynn Norfolk UK

Dances - Dorothea Barth ©2015 Fallbrook CAL USA

January 8th, 2015

Gold leaves of the walnut tree
Swirl high above my head
Delighting elfin surfin’ folk
A farewell pirouette
The wind that fed their final dance
Has stilled, but in its place,
A sarabande of snowflakes
Enchants, anoints my face
Dances  by Dorothea Barth ©2015

Longing for Spring - Tracy R.Cardinet©2014 CAL USA

January 8th, 2015

Take the dew drops from her eyes

As the dawn, so soft, embraces

In her bed, such sweet surprise

Encircled by white, queenly laces


Gently, gently she awakes

Stretching velvet toward the sun

Smallest shadows, these she makes

Investing in the morning fun


Tulips, tulips kiss the day

From their vantage, by the hedge

Near to them, not far away

Daffodils and iris pledge


Colorful abandon yields

Nectar for the senses, all

Perfumed grandeur from the fields

To the mortared, garden wall


How enchanting spring will be

When the first rose, and her friends

Cast off the hold of winter’s glee

In kaleidoscopic magic, blends


“ Longing for Spring “ . 01-06-15 . t.r. cardinet ©

Look! - Tracy R.Cardinet©2014 CAL USA

January 8th, 2015

Snowflake fairies, everywhere

Dancing on the winter air

In their gowns, so pristine-white

How they sparkle in the light


Look, oh look what they have done

In the night, before the sun

Oh what happiness they bring

Frosting every single thing


Watch the children as they go

Packing down that fresh, new snow

Working with delighted sounds

Making people from the mounds


A carrot here, two buttons there

Mother’s yarn scraps, for the hair

Father’s hat, from years ago

Brings to life those mounds of snow


Wintertime is full of joys

Laughter, goodies, Christmas toys

Cocoa, by a fireplace, warm

Waiting for the next snow storm


Outside, in the snow and ice

Try to think of something nice

Blessings bundled up with love

Sprinkled down, by God above


“ Look! “ . 12-06-14 . t.r. cardinet ©

TIA - 2014©Deborah Shepard Yelm USA

December 5th, 2014

Tia wished for her path , in flowery plume
Creatures crossed so fair
Her spirit essence played, for true love
Her sea winds carried each melody
Ireland legend curled clouds
Turreted her castle, as winged essence
No mortal shall leave elven world, heart called just one
She will know his butterfly spirit true
Journey on lovers beauty
Thy moon filled with briars, he climbed thistles
Twisting paths through encroaching ferns to the castle
Earthbound he remains to her heart soul
Thou he was tricked by legends death to toll
Silent throne as they enter such an affair
His heart Rhymer sang , Tia bewitched his heart
She took his love by trickery at nigh
Now with sweet airs, Faerie , kiss by her lie
When all is silent on snowy eves
They dance in hushed in land of enchantments lets believe!
Towards Blue moon held high
He forgives her as each star falters by
True love shall never die

Wings and Possibilities - Dorothea Barth ©2014 Fallbrook CAL USA

November 13th, 2014

The colors fade, the music stills
When fairies of the rose and fern
And angels of the sheltering wing
Our world-worn eyes cannot discern

Wings and possibilities
That soar above, enchant below
Delivered back to faithful few
With sight renewed to watch them glow


by Dorothea Barth ©2014

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Still Life Green - Dorothea Barth ©2014 Fallbrook CAL USA

November 13th, 2014


Reluctantly awakening

Unwilling and uncertain

I sense a sudden fluttering

Arising near the curtain



The finely painted faerie child

Still life green upon her flower

Stirs just enough to signal me

Rejoice, embrace the hour!



by Dorothea Barth ©2014

Fairy with Scars

October 15th, 2014

A fairy with scars

On her wings, in her heart

A fairy with scars

Always knows where to start


A fairy with scars

Having lived for awhile

A fairy with scars

Ever brave, with a smile


A fairy with scars

Understands why you cry

A fairy with scars

With a whisper, a sigh


A fairy with scars

Says the words, soft and sweet

A fairy with scars

Will oblige and repeat


A fairy with scars

Will not judge, will not scorn

A fairy with scars

Since the day she was born


“ Fairy with Scars “ . 02-17-14 . t.r. cardinet ©