Forest Nook …
Too long it has been since I visited
The little forest nook where faeries live,
Where peace and harmony abides in a serene
Setting near the crystal clear waters,
Gently flowing over moss covered rocks,
Sending pleasant sounds to waiting senses,
Like angelic whispers to soothe my soul.
My book and journal lie idle on the blanket,
As I listen to the story of the forest,
And the tiny souls who dwell there,
Among the flora and hollows of trees,
Nary a tree is without a fae dwelling,
Nor is there a secluded quiet place
Without a little hut of sticks and moss.
I gaze across the brook to another nook,
Where ferns of all sizes grow lovely fronds,
To offer shade and dappled sunlight
During the day when the fae are sedentary,
A soft breeze gently moves the flora,
The tiny Fairy Slipper flowers nod delicately,
Among the Mountainbells and the smaller Bluebells.
My eyes wander the lovely area and find
What I was looking for, a faery ring!
In an open space a large circle is surrounded
By wildflowers and tall grasses,
Where at night the fae gather and dance.
I take out my china plate with fruits and cakes,
Then carefully cross the brook on rocks.
I quietly approach the faery ring,
But do not enter the charmed circle,
I set the plate in a safe place by a log,
Pour a glass of red fruit juice from a jar,
And set that down by plate of treats,
Then I take off my pendent and lay it down,
So the fae will know who gave them sweets.
Next time I visit my little forest nook,
I may find my pendent in the spot
Where I always sit and enjoy the forest,
If I do, I will know the fae have accepted
Me as a friend.
Gathering my belongings I leave,
With peace and joy filling my heart.
© 2017 Phyllis Doyle Burns