Poetry Day 11: How It Feels to Be A Fairy Child

Lilacs are poetry

their color  music,

their sent the story of Spring’s

lacy gardens with wide lawns for

cart-wheeling, swinging, and racing

a waggle tailed white and brown dog,

for playing tag with freckled-faced cousins.

The sweet dappled shade

under the lilac bush is the Home

we dive for to be the first

to announce to the world

I’m Safe!

Carol Carlisle

Not what NaPoWriMo asked for.They wanted Wine and love. Maybe later 😉