FAIRY DUST
Light yellow fairy dust drifts
Downward as near-summer grips…
Temperatures higher
While songbirds like lyres,
Illuminate musical riffs.
–
This fairy dust washes away,
Or nearly so, on rainy days…
It swirls in gutters
And clings to home shutters,
Wherever it “wants” to stay.
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This “fairy dust” won’t last for long,
Till another kind comes not as strong…
Each lasts just a while,
Some find it a trial
To keep the stuff out of the lung.
—Jonathan Caswell
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love this one hate the pollen! excellent wording
By: Ron DuBour on June 1, 2012
at 9:59 am
Yeah. Pine Tree Pollen…but doesn’t it remind you of Dick Van Dyke as Bert the Chimney Sweep in Disney’s MARY POPPINS, singing…”Up where the smoke is all billered and curled…”?
By: Jonathan Caswell on June 1, 2012
at 6:10 pm
lol yes it does
By: Ron DuBour on June 1, 2012
at 8:45 pm
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
THIS FAIRY DUST ISN’T MANNA…!!!!!
By: Jonathan Caswell on August 6, 2013
at 8:17 pm