(GOOGLE)
SNOW FAERIE
The woods are quiet,
Frost kisses the nose…
From deep within
A conviction grows,
That something or someone
Inhabits the woods…
Softly observing
But misunderstood,
The animals quietly do their own thing
We imagine the glow
Of a faerie ring.
–
Not surprising, we man-poets,
Form our own view…
Of how faeries look
Ethereal too,
We paint them to look
Like our favorite lass…
Like if a lover
Had a looking glass,
Or some fancy of
A gentleman’s scheme…
Imagination
That is only a dream.
—Jonathan Caswell
(Google)
