Just before dawn, a walk in the woods.
My senses are heightened, if only I could
Watch the wee faeries skip from tree to tree.
In the cloudy mist, I can almost see
Sparkling colors dancing in the sky.
But it fades away when I blink my eyes.
Just a trick of the light with the coming dawn.
There are no glowing pathways through the fog.
But do I hear a tiny giggle or is it the wind?
I can’t hear when it ends or where it begins.
Just the echo of a whisper from a dream
Or the laughter of a gurgling stream.
Small birds and animals are chirping and chattering.
Why does it sound like ethereal voices singing?
Just a glimpse of color, a hint of a song.
Then the sun rises and I had it all wrong.
There are no faeries; the laughter is gone.

Or is it an Angel. I love Angels : )
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So do I!
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Debbie,
I realised something- I had never followed you- though you are my friend- I apologize to you and have followed.
I like this poem-in fact, I love it. It is nice to imagine what somethings can mean or look like- do you really believe in fairies ?
Susie
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Thanks for the follow. I have been following you for a while. Yes, I consider you a friend. I want to watch you grow and blossom as a writer and a person.I am very whimsical and childlike, and I want so much to believe in faeries. I definitely believe in the afterlife. I have always been always shall be.Thanks again for your enthusiasm.
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Love your whimsy twin! Faeries, angels, no matter, I’m a believer. ❤
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Of course you are, my Twin!
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🙂
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What a lovely poem about my favorite tiny creatures. Love it, Deborah! ❤
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I had to click on the link wondering, “Did I write that?” Aye, says wee Annie, back in 2016. I had forgotten about it, as I always do, writing in the moment and keeping it here on the blog; then never looking at it. I did put together a book of my blog poetry with an original song I wrote, a short story or two, an excerpt from one of my books, and a Creative Visualization Meditation. It’s called Quill and Ink. I’ll send you a Kindle copy, my dear Fairy Whisperer.
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Oh, yes please. I love the magical quality of your writing! ❤️❤️❤️
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Sent last night. Some of it’s “pretty out there”, but you, my sister fairy, will get it!
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Ohhhh… I’m just getting to my email now. ❤
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