The snow fairies

The snow fairies

Hi dear friends and followers, I am so glad you are here today. I have something special for you, a poem I have composed from a story told to me long ago by my mom. Take five minutes and enjoy, thank you.   

Have you ever seen the snow fairies?

I have, and this is how it happened.

One morning I awoke and ran to the window.

The first snow of the winter had started to fall,

big fluffy flakes that reminded me of feathers,

like those they use to stuff pillows with.

My mom came and stood at my side, and said,

"Those are the fairy flakes, can you see them?

Watch as they dance and twirl in the air

like tiny ballerinas, they spin and they whirl."

"Now if you watch closely you will see them flutter,

flutter their tiny wings to stay aloft; 

on ethereal wings, they hang in the air!"

"You see, honey, I have seen them before;

a long time ago I loved to watch them

through the afternoon and into the night; 

Snow-fairies falling, from the heavens above, 

whirling fantastic on the bright crispy morning air, 

twirling about each other like lovers on a ballroom floor.

They danced more fiercely on a mightier force at night, 

like the angry gods in the heaven

revolting and rioting against one another

and whose voices be the raucous wind!

Then the snow fairies flew in fear for protection,

on the calm earth, seeking protection and peace."

At dawn I again ran to the window and saw, 

that the snow faires were there no more.

Replacing them was a solid, white sheet,

of snow that covered all the land;

all molded into one continuous, white sheet were they.

Tears began to run down my cheek,

when suddenly I saw, at the first touch of the sunlight,

a glitter, soon everywhere the white sheet of snow!

It glittered and sparkled, like tiny diamonds in the sunlight!

A light breeze arose, and behold!

The blue sky above filled with tiny, sparkling diamonds!

The sun shone brightly on them half the day.

They sparkled and danced on the winter wind.

I was elated and my heart beat faster as I ran to mom.

I shouted excitedly, "The snow fairies are still alive!"

Dashing to the window, she saw what I was seeing.

She smiled and said, "Yes my precious they are alive,

reborn from the old to return to their homes."

With joy and passion we danced.

My mom took covers down from the closet.

Warm and comfy by the window we sat.

A down filled pillow for my little girl's head, 

to lie upon while resting in my mother's arms

as we dreamed of the snow fairies.

Looking up at my mom I asked, 

"Will the snow fairies ever come back again?"

"If you believe you will see them again someday." 

was my mom's soft reply.

Well that is the way it was told to me by my mom. 

I wish to dedicate this poem in her memory.

Composed by Cynthia ©

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