Dew Bringer

Weeping trees dancing in china blue skies,

Mischievous faeries settle down to the winds early cries.

Brilliant oranges, reds and purples pierce blue blankets overhead,

As little birds in high beds ask to be fed.

Sleepy flowers stretch and yawn widely for the upcoming day,

As little nymphs retire from their nighttime play.

And thirsty blades of vibrant green grounds,

Await the familiar fluttering their morning host sounds.

For when the moon falls to the earth and the sun makes it’s rise,

All little fairies sleep, hidden from light’s curious eyes.

All little ones, save one, rest their glittering wings,

This little one who oft a jaunty tune brings.

The earth’s lovely caretaker, whom for but a moment may linger,

The morning’s dew bringer.

Alyssa Gandolfi

Reviews

[fireblossom]

Delicate and sweet. Mystical and musical. Evoking a mood of peace and eternity. Well done.

[Pax Analog]

Charming! Mom would like this, as she makes quilts with elves, fairies, undines, sylphs, etc. designs.

"Cue jaunty little tune; bring on the morning dew giver."

One also sees an animated scene in mind's eye.

This poem is lovely, rich, colorful. Can imagine some wide-eyed child listening with bated breath.

Dew comes to eyes, to always preserve the enchanted child's sense of wonder.

[THE BLACK SEAL]

very peaceful and leaves one with a feeling of being at ne with all things...it was an enjoyable read

[forfila]

This is lovely Alyssa, it seems so softly and beautifuly delivered with care and love. I enjoyed it from start to end.

Thank you for sharing this with us =)

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