The Mists of the Morning
Sometimes on the mists of the morning
When the sun peeps over the hill,
You will see the fairy folk a bustling,
Rushing about at will.
The dewdrops are their diamonds,
Their wings are gossamer lace
And always there is a special smile
On a special fairy face.
They watch the seasons as they change
And bring their gifts to you.
In autumn a tiny golden leaf
A piece of sky sapphire blue.
The pretty petals in softest pink
They fashion into a gown.
No time to stop and rest,
No time for a fairy to frown.
Fashioning their boats from the trees
Which stand beside the river.
Hastening on their journey they go,
Past the reeds which wave and quiver.
Sometimes on the mists of the morning
They touch you with their love
Spreading fairy dust and pleasure
And blessings from Heaven above.
© Linda J. Vaughan
2008
An Autumn's Symphony
A time of peaceful beauty
When Mother Nature Prepares
For the winters chill
She paints the colors of the fall
Upon the horizons of Time
The old oak trees
Reach towards the Heavens Above
Their leaves of many Shades
Whispering in the Wind
The secrets of natures way
The colors that cast the Reflections
Of the time upon the Majestic Earth
Where the beauty and splendor
Comes Together for all Eternity
The magic of the moment
Of a land at peace
Before closing Natures Eyes
Before the winters sleep
When the Mist and the White Ice
In the early mornings rise
Covers the Valley’s of Life
In the new light
Of the Mornings Dawn
Crimson Reflections
Glisten across the meadow's lawn
As the sun Breaks
The Night shadow into Day
The birds singing their soft song
Awakening all the wild life around
Then nature comes to close her Eyes
Into a peaceful Slumbers Rest
Before the winters cold reflections shine
And the Crystal face of the Snows
Cover the Lands of the Autumn tones
The Living Painting of Nature
© Susan aka Tootypup
2008
Rabbit
Clever, Fuzzy
Darting, jumping, thumping
Always exploring and curious
Bunny
© Angel of Music aka
Valerie Lawson
2008