She came upon a sprig of holly,
A mysterious flight of fancy
Or could have been imagination’s folly
That set my mind a dancing.

Alone, alone at wooded edge
Not another soul in sight
When there it fell upon my head
A flake of snow to my delight.

But no, no, how could this be?
Twas not a cloud up in the sky,
For beyond the wood sun could I see
When came a sudden flurry from on high.

Looking up into the trees,
Surely  twas a bird or playful squirrel,
But no,  twas still as stillness could be
That set my mind a whirl.

Then there came a holly sprig
When  twas not a holly bush in sight,
Followed by a rush of pine needles so big
Knocked me down with all its might.

Then pelleted with a branch of fir,
Twigs of juniper and spruce
Until my vision  twas just a blur
Obscured by all the debris that had come loose.

For there among the brambles and bush
What I saw I swear  twas true
Entangled in imagination’s rush
A tiny creature with wings flew.

A bit of laughter and a holly sprig,
Her wings of red and green,
Dressed in a snowsuit upon a twig
As she danced upon a daydream.

She seemed friendly enough at first,
Until by a tiny snowball I  twas struck
And into a snowball fight  twas I coerced
By the impish little puck.

A battle I knew I could not win,
Graciously in defeat I bowed.
She curtsied as a little lady and then
Flew off disappearing in the pine tree’s bough.

Gail Lawson White©2010 Cal USA

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