This is only one of the reasons I LOVE being an artist.
I got an email from Nancy with a note that said:
"I have a childhood memory about fairies----and your collage woke it up.
I have tried to make it a free verse poem for you----"
When I was very little
And still convinced that there were fairies
Somewhere in our back yard
Along the row of peonies, perhaps,
Or alongside the sandbox beneath the apricot tree
Or amongst the branches
Of our two, tall cherry trees.
Beneath the wild honeysuckle bush
Watching for the glimmer of gossamer wings
Listening for tiny laughter from cheery faces
Convinced that if I could be
And so patient
That I might see them
And hear a feathery whisper
Come join us