[Soaring Feather]

In dusk's dim light they circle round
a fairy dance on the ground
sparkling glittering, little ones glow
in their dazzling dust below
fern's broad fronds,
clover's sweet smell
the fairies dance til early dawn

Poof, off they go to rest
each and every little head
happy in their thoughts to be
ever loving lasting free!

bentfeather (c) 04.22.06

[Lady Jag]

There Will Come Soft Rains
by Sara Teasdale

There will come soft rains and the
smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their
shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at
night,
And wild plum-trees in tremulous
white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low
fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war,
not one
Will care at last when it done.

Not one would mind, neither bird
nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke
at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.