Dancing Fairies
When foxgloves closed a million sleepy eyes,
wild roses crept around the oak at night,
encouraged by the fairies on her limbs,
enticing them with speckled wings of light.
Soon, baby tendrils reached a golden shoe
and placed a bud upon a fairy toe
to kiss the feet of one with flowing hair;
then, blushing pink, the young bloom seemed to glow.
By midnight all the sky’s bright stars beheld
the sparkling tree with bracelets on her arms;
those rosebuds prettified each pointed shoe,
when dancing fairies swayed like golden charms.
