Awe

A poem about the sudden appearance of fairies.

Awe

Small, little pixie

wings, fluttering languidly while

resting upon the

rose scented thorn. Blinking

in and out from the light, shimmering

with golden rays. A perfect

little body, clothed

in leaf-made attire.


Unbelievable is this

revelation, this appearance

out of nowhere. How

could these pixies

exist. After all they

are fairy tales, things of

the imagination. Yet,

there she sits, waiting

for the shock to wear off.