The Waterfall Fairy

The Waterfall Fairy is very close by
I can hear her laugh and her tiny soft cry
she beckons me closer
to sit by the charmed water
and bestows upon me the title of daughter.
I can barely see her but I know she is there
a flitter, a twitter, the movement of still air
So off to the falls I hurry with glee
to rest on the rocks newly touched by she
I sit and I ponder before she can flee
a basket of flowers and cups filled with tea.
An afternoon spent, so lazy and calm
It's nice to visit my own fairy mom.

copyright: Susan Morgan Bosler
February 2, 2002