Fairy Dust of Magic
I sit here basking, under rays of sun,
with grass interwoven between bare toes.
The bumble bee, he buzzes, he’s on a mission,
to a fragrant purple…a lilac…he knows.
Humming birds flit, their wings all a flutter.
The nectar they crave, from this purple place.
Orange Monarchs, and Swallow-tails of yellow,
land on the flowers, to hide their face.
Nervous, I was, at the dawn of this day.
But now, I smile at nature’s display.
And all of those critters, they…like the fay,
fairy dust of magic, upon me, convey.
This poem is a result of today’s Daily Prompt, Nervous. It was inspired from memories of me as child, sitting in the shade an old lilac bush, my mom had planted. I loved watching the birds, bees, and butterflies that frequented its branches.