Epitaph

To all the pets I’ve loved and fed, Who scratched the couch and stole my bed. Who chewed the shoes and chased their tails, Who knocked down glasses and left odd smells. You peed on things, you stole my snacks, You puked grand in hard-to-clean cracks. Yet still, you were my greatest joy Each purring […]
For Dragon Fruit Flowers

It’s that season once again, When queens queue in the end-May rain Dressed in gowns of silvery white, Beaming beneath the moon’s cool light. They pave the path for fiery beasts, Who’ll celebrate their bloom in feast. Come end of June, when the world is lush, These queens will make the dragons blush. And till […]
How to make a butterfly immortal

I clicked the shutter a hundred times, To capture a moment so sublime A glimpse of beauty, bold yet shy, Beneath green leaves and open sky. To hold her safe from time’s decay, And on the film, she’ll forever stay.
The Last Petal

The Last Petal Poised on the edge, She lingered yet another moment her duty nearly done. All alone, a quiet herald before the blazing orange faded, Burning bright against the rainy gloom Like a flame Whispering to the wind: “There will be more And they will be orange, too.”
Wayward Wildflowers

Is there anything more defiant than a crowd of Mexican sunflowers in full bloom, against the rainy grey gloom like a blazing bonfire flaring on a misty twilight hillside? Their colours clash with the brooding sky, refusing to soften or match its mood, refusing to blend or understand the sky’s grief. Each petal stands mischievously, […]
Des fleurs pour la reine

Un bouquet pour la reine des fées. Violet et rose, les plus belles fleurs. Embrassé par la rosée et béni par le soleil. Qui ne sourirait pas à cette vue ?
Spring Court

An emerald vine crept up a dying trunk, Mossy and wet with the morning dew. Tiny white blossoms adorned her joints, Each leaf a crown in verdant hue. The Spring Court of the faerie waits, For the arrival of their glorious king. This stump his throne in a patch of light, Brushed by the whiff […]
The Fairy Spindler

In twilight hush before the moon, Amidst the leaves in shadowy gloom, I found a spindler, secretly, Weaving, weaving, ceaselessly. Silver threads, so fine, so light, Spun for fairy folk at night— Stoles and sashes for their queens, Cloaks and tunics for their kings. Dewdrops laced each garment bright, To shimmer soft in silver light, […]
Coronation

I met a fairy in twilight, Weaving pearls in cool moonlight. “To whom you make these jewels bright?” I asked, impressed by that fair sight. “When the moon is up and the time is right, I weave these for the Queen’s delight— To bring her beauty, grand and might, When she sits on the throne […]
Ballad of the Fae

Catch the moon and spin them tight Make the moody gloaming bright Let the fairies come in flight Make a ball, the lonesome night Gild the trees in silver lace Hide the stars behind their face Bid the owls to keep the pace While music haunts the shadowy space Cobwebs studded with glinting dew Jasmines […]