When Winter's Ice starts to thaw,
A Sprite returns to Sing.
A blue Spectre of the Wood,
A herald of the Spring.
He flits about the green boughs,
Crowing of warm Light.
His eyes, sharp and curious,
His breast, orange and white.
Oh, brightest blue does suit him,
This spirit of new Life!
All woes slip do away when,
His Song he starts to fife.
Oh, whistle, delightful Bird!
Oh, harold in the Spring!
This is one of joyous mind,
This wonderful Bluebird.
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Faeries Born
PoesíaA few poems about Faeries, and their lore. When are Faeries born? What do they do when we don't see them? What happens in the dunes? What is their darker side like? Please understand that while I have the "completed" box checked off, I will still p...
