I do I do

I do believe in faeries

The forest is dark

Above me; bows heavy with snow

Below; the path is lost

Invisible figures snare me

Snag my clothes on brambles

Pinch my cheeks with cold fingers

Stumbling in the dark

Following ware lights

I enter their kingdom

And become a memory for Summer Tales

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Tis like the opening of a beautiful book, illustrated with dainty dancers and frolicking fairies preparing for that memory! You have a way of stepping your reviewers into different worlds and mostly so much brighter than their real ones. Love it and, thank you for sharing. Flying away, smiling.

[Yheela]

Glad you like it. ^_^