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.