This probably sounds odd,
but that's never stopped me before,
this is one of my favorite parts
of my yard.
The inner little girl in me
has always imagined
it a haven
for fairies and gnomes.
If you look very closely,
can't you see them scampering up
and down the limbs and vines?
It seems to be their private
I've always wanted to sit under
these to daydream.
I just didn't want to disturb the fairies.
(fessing up...the real reason I don't sit there...wood ticks!)
After turning another year older,
I had a realization in viewing my special spot.
It seems to me to be a metaphor
Reaching. Falling. Twisting.
Gnarly. Strong. Turning.
Enough of real life.
I'm out to chase fairies.
Enjoy YOUR day!