Falling Fairies

Pure white fairies dance softly down
Illuminated in a hard cone of light
They twirl and twist, swoop and swirl
Finding a place to rest in each other’s arms
They land, so happy to have found
And been found
They become inseparable
Another step and another cone
Another grand ball of magical creation
I count myself suddenly lucky
Not many venture forth
Not many brave the frigid black air to see
These mystic beings in their promenade
As my cheeks redden
My hands ache from Jack Frost’s bite
A smile pushes out to curve lips
This hard life tries to take these moments
To make a mind miss the wonder
And it wins at times, at times it wins most times
But not this night, not this walk
This walk belongs to me and my momentary companions
All of us spinning, twirling, swooping along
Together we dance
Together we find…happiness
Light in the lights pushing back the night
And break the hold of troubles hand
Free for now, sure, no maybe, to be found again
But this dance is ours and this smile is mine
Passing through the last light
Before my doorstep comes
I flourish a bow and bid adieu
And make my way to warmth of hearth
Lips still upturned this memory will last
Past sleep and day and things to come
Finding my way to slumbers home
My head turns on feathered pillow
And as my eyes grow heavy and close
I hold tight to the feeling of warmth I found
Walking in winter’s cold