Garden Fairies





There are fairies in my garden

They’re really rather small

I hear them whisper secrets

At my waterfall

Sometimes I hear them giggling

Amongst the bushes rose

Around the dogwood thicket

Tickling tiny toes

Grumpy gnomes are snoring

Inside their mushroom homes

Blushing girls and handsome boys

In their fancy clothes

They peer into my gazing balls

Up close with one big eye

Toothy grins and double chins

It seems they’re not too shy

She waltz’s with orange flowers

He salsas with impatiens

They rumba with the sunflowers

Staked along the fence

A young boy flirts with Coral Bells

He kisses her petals tender

She embraces his attentions

Until his love surrenders

They’re friendly to all the insects

They lead the choir of birds

They especially like my spider

That helps me write my words

Their pretty wings are fluttering

In the light of the golden sun

They spread their magic fairy dust

With exuberance and fun

The fairies live in my garden

How do I know they do?

As long as love resides there

They’re in your garden too.

The Brown Beauty of Spring

There is this BROWN transition at the beginning of spring.  As I anticipate the warmer weather and no more snow.... I see beauty in brown.



Branches wait to bloom spring colours

Roused by a sleepy sun

Open hearts and open windows

Winter’s time is almost done

Now nurture us with your brown beauty


Here are some beautiful brown things:

good morning!



 

Chocolate covered cherries!



Beautiful Angels!



Big brown leaves that protect our gardens.

 

My brown cat George....yaow!





An empty nest....waiting for spring.

Copyright © Sherry Irvine – April 2, 2011

They Call Me Ugli

They may call me Ugli

I ignore what they may say

Inside counts without a doubt

I’m beautiful inside and out

Look at me – I’m beautiful

Freshly plucked and fresh

Fingers eagerly remove my peel

My inner sweetness revealed

I’m opened wide for all to see

She puts me in her mouth

Bursting inside like a solar eclipse
She tastes my juice upon her lips

 

 

 

I am a Wildflower

I am a wildflower

I am different

I was once an addict.

To pesticides.

After a solitary intervention

I moved to another place

Where I would be free to live clean.
No pesticides for me.

One day after my recovery

I noticed a beautiful rock

Laying next to me.

He looked at me

With such gentleness

That I wilted with joy.

I call him My Rock.

My Rock comforts me

When the sun goes down.

He holds me in his arms

And speaks to me with such tenderness

 That I blossom a million blossoms

When my petals fall

He is there to hold them.

When I feel sad or lonely
He is there.

When I am naked to the elements

He is there protecting me.

He tells me he loves me.

I am nourished by this sentiment.
He feeds my soul.

He is my best friend.
My Rock.

He loves me because I am me.

I am a wildflower

I am different
I am free

© Sherry Irvine – January 17, 2011

Interview with a Butterfly

I flutter about, from one to another

Then I see you from afar

I am attracted to your vibrant colour.

I hover for a brief moment

Then rest upon your newly opened bud.

I let the sun warm my weary wings

As I drink the sweet nectar of your expression

The pollen from another is sticky on my feet

I need to infuse you with these seeds

So you will reproduce and feed me once more

I wish I could be faithful to you only

But you know I have to kiss another to live.

So to remember me, my love

I leave a special gift for you

Underneath your tender green leaf

A gift endearing from my heart

I offer you a silken purse

Filled with faces just like mine.

© Sherry Irvine – January 11, 2011

The Frosty Morn

My world is covered

In a thick layer of frost

The grass, the trees

Cars and roof tops

The sky is milky white

A light misty haze

Sunlight streaks the sky

With orange pink rays

I saw this while driving

I wanted to stop and see

Get out my new camera

But it wasn’t meant to be

So the picture remains

Still pretty in my mind

I continued down the road

And left it far behind.