Cavan Reflections

By: Anne Corke

May 23 2013

Tags: fairies

Category: Poetry

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A sudden spring storm
Blew through today
Sending apple blossoms
Spinning to the ground
Leaving the tree naked
In green

But the night before
In the pale moonlight
Those ethereal blossoms
Gathered and reflected
Silvery beams
Illuminating the old tree
Lighting the corner of the yard

Branches festooned
In pink and white
Arched across the lawn
To the spring green garden
A floral arbour
Over the petal strewn path

The lilac allee beyond
Tinted the drifting mists
Blue and mauve
And twilight breezes
Carried aloft the scent
Of another spring

In the indigo sky
Orion had fled
The spring constellations
The lion, the kite and the maiden
Had returned to banish
The bright stars of winter

Perhaps mother was right
Perhaps there are fairies
At the bottom of the garden
Perhaps they will gather later
Under the glowing moon
To sing and dance
And celebrate spring

I could not imagine
A more perfect setting
For the wee folk’s revelry.

Copyright Anne Corke 2013