Woodpecker drumming,
above the leafy carpet,
butterflies feign love,
sunbeams make elevators
where mosquitoes choose to dance
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And tiny children stretch their hands to catch the dust motes caught in sun-shafts that filter through the woodland leaves, and exclaim they’ve caught a fairy. Such is my earliest memory, and your poem has just now reminded me! I thank you. 🙂
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It’s great to evoke memories with just a hint, love the fairies, will try to see through child’s eyes more often.
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I then spent the rest of my young childhood knocking on beech trees to talk to the fairies that lived inside. Only in beechtrees, and they weren’t the most common in our woods. 🙂
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