In shadows’ sweep, the night descends
The full moon casts a glow
Where this yarn begins and ends
Why, really, I don’t know
.
Fairytale, oh weave a spell
Of magic and enchantment
Of wee folk in this fairy dell
Moss-covered, green encampment
.
Firelight dances with the words
It flickers, unrestrained
Like buoyancy of soaring birds
A mystical refrain
.
In the spinning, all are grinning
The story, now, enshrouds
The hero, in the tale, is winning
Moon slips behind some clouds
.
Eager faces ’round the fire
Eyes glowing with delight
Too soon the nighttime will expire
Cast out by morning, bright
.
Then all faeries, elves and gnomes
Inside tall tales and heads
Will wish themselves back to their homes
To sleep in their sweet beds
.
Then you and I will also fly
Back to our homes, but then
We’ll meet once more and, by and by
More yarns for you I’ll spin
.
” Storyteller “  .  05-01-12  .  t.r. cardinet

The apple, he would gently eat
So careful not to bite her
Everyday, this would repeat
That unicorn beside her
.
Adreama was a fairy
Though she seldom used her wings
She loved to roam the forest
And discover pretty things
.
That’s how she met the unicorn
While walking near a stream
Along green moss and thistlethorn
Where Adreama loved to dream
.
One day she saw him drinking
Some water, cool and clear
And that got her to thinking
So she whispered in his ear:
.
“Hello.  My name’s Adreama.”
Then, “Do you live nearby?”
The unicorn was not forlorn
So Adreama didn’t fly
.
Instead, she sat down in the grass
To watch her new friend drink
Adreama was a lovely lass
With wings of lightest pink
.
Over time, their friendship grew
Soon, all their days they spent
Together, beneath skies of blue
Where Adreama went, he went
.
That unicorn, with golden horn
Who loved the sparkling stream
That fairy, with a heart so warm
So lovely, like a dream
.
The two of them, together
Best friends for all their days
Their love lasted forever
They never parted ways
.
That was many years ago
When the forest was first formed
When fairies flitted to and fro
And there were unicorns
.
“Adreama and The Unicorn”  .  12-04-11  .  t.r. cardinet ©

Magic staff of driftwood, smooth
Offers it up, to the sky
Verdant buds, as if to soothe
Caress the trees, create a sigh
.
In dreary dark of winter’s hold
Softest snow still sugars ground
Looks as though not one bit cold
As she stops to look around
.
‘Neath bare feet, where once was ice
Grass and tulips, in array
Wintertime is lovely, nice
Quietly, it fades away
.
Living things awake and sing
Song birds, song birds everywhere
Suddenly — yes — it is spring
Rushing in without a care
.
Goddess-fair, with silken skin
Features warm as morning sun
Welcome back, my faerie friend
It’s your time now, with winter done
.
Mother Nature sends her child
Bearer of what’s good and sprightly
Living things, both tame and wild
Hold fast to spring, and hold it lightly
.
“Goddess of Rebirth”  .  03-27-12  .  t.r. cardinet ©

Finding such tales far from boring,
every chance, they went exploring
through the forest near their home,
these children would quite often roam.

Seeking under every leaf ,
searching to sustain belief;
turning over rocks with care,
to see if any fairy’s there.

Hedgehogs, rabbits, saw they clearly,
a passing fox sniffed at them queerly;
once they saw a full-grown hind,
but not one fairy could they find.

After a day of fruitless searching
tangled thickets, limping, lurching,
giving up were Bob and Mary;
thought they’d never find a fairy.

The day waned and darkness came,
and all the pathways looked the same;
lost, the children walked until
fatigued, they stopped upon a hill.

“I’m hungry, Bobby, and I’m scared,”
cried Mary and her brother cared;
he held her close while Mary wept,
until at last, the children slept.

The sunlight came and brought a breeze,
the songs of birds came from the trees;
the children’s stretching, yawning, sighs
accompanied the opening of their eyes.

They wiped them then in disbelief,
for there in every bowl and leaf,
honey, fruits, dewdrops and berries;
who could have left them but the fairies?

Sweet music came from somewhere near,
gone was their hunger, fatigue and fear;
they heard the hidden voices sing
and saw they’d slept in a fairy ring.

With the dawn, they knew the way,
homeward, happily they play;
relief for a worried Mum and Dad
who’d looked in vain for their lass and lad.

That night, tucked lovingly in her bed,
Mary, to her brother said,
“But Bobby, we never saw a fairy!”
“Hush, my little sister Mary,

“You saw their hilltop fairy ring,
you heard their many voices sing;
you ate and drank their kindness, wee one,
and now complain you didn’t see one?”

“I’m sorry, Bobby,” Mary pled,
I’ll never doubt again,” she said,
“we may grow old each passing year;
I’ll always know that they are here!”

Copyright (C) 2012 by John Bliven Morin

Their spell slipped from my fingers
Farewell to Graces three
I labored and I reminisced
Whereto did wonder flee?

But string song’s lure was lasting
Through spring, summer, and fall
My fiddle found the west wind
And Graces standing tall

No longer do they spin and whirl
They bear the water vase
Their dance, my song remembered
With joy upon their face.

by Dorothea Barth

Fallbrook Graces Bert Barth

S.K. Lindeman