Sandcastles stretching toward the sky...
Snapdragons hidden in a blanket lair...
Shining nights...gypsies' caravan...
Our secret wishes float up to the stars...
Firelight whispers...tales of times gone by.
Pretty thrones for dreaming...
Nestled under an ancient tree...
Conjured with love by my magic man.
In the shadow of an enchanted cottage...
Cloaked in red and green...
Princesses turn cartwheels...
And burst forth in joyous song...
While searching for fairies.
Are they hidden in those leaves?
Little toddling princes marvel...
At butterflies and bumblebees,
Hitching rides on dragonflies...
Wondering where the treasures are to be found.
Somewhere...not to far away...comes a minstrel's lilting tune...
The sunflowers smile and sway...
6 comments:
sigh .. how incredibly beautiful and magic this is :) your place is so lovely where princesses slay dragons with a kiss, xo
What an incredibly wonderfully magical poem and pictures to match.
And your throne! So perfect for a long quiet afternoon of reading and dreaming.
This is the stuff fairy tales are made of.
Beautiful.
xoxo
wonderful. absolutely.
A more beautiful throne I have never seen... perfectly suited for a fair hearted Queen.
Thanks again for sharing so much of your beauty and your Grace... I'm off to see if I too can catch a glimpse of a fairy or two.
love you, love you, love you!
xo
I love that you illustrated the poem with your photos. Oh I love Adirondack chairs! I want to buy some for my deck. The poem is as lovely as your sanctuary. You are making your area so beautiful with your presence. Hmmm...maybe I need to try and do that too?!
i just adore your home so much!
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