Foam and bubbles turn green
In the dark dusk light
Anticipation murmurs
And she arrives
A sole Faery lands to the sand
She teeters on feet
Tired from her day of flight
Through salt and brine
Facing every direction she seeks
And sensing no lurk
Launches back to her sea
Her message pure joy
The Faeries arrive
Flights of beauty home come
From phosphor pools
Return to rest and to feed
These island mounds
Come alive with their chicks
Secure and quiet
Come hither to join
In the magic and joy
Of family and home
The music of love
Chirps, whistles, and whir
The tiny wee Faeries
Return to their stir
2 comments:
Oh how amazing, how gorgeous! YOU experienced, took these photos??
So precious. Lucky man.
Very nice poem...
Marjo, I did experience this and took two of the photos. It was a moving experience. Glad I could share it with you.
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