Biding Her Time . . .

She sang sprightly tunes
skipping lightly across mushroom caps,
a spring in her step.

She wandered beneath dripping canopy,
rain drenched leaves
above her head.

Fairy wings at the ready
waiting . . . waiting . . .
for the sun to reappear.


Day 19: National Poetry Writing Month where the challenge is to write a poem every day in April. Today Toads asks us to write a poem of less than 100 words, that includes one list of four words given within the prompt. We have five lists to choose from.  I chose the list that included CANOPY, WANDER, LIGHTLY, and SPRING. 
Photo taken a number of years ago on our trip to Alaska. 

8 thoughts on “Biding Her Time . . .

  1. sanaarizvi April 19, 2020 / 2:21 pm

    This is so beautifully written 😀 I love those “rain drenched leaves.” 💝


  2. Susie Clevenger April 19, 2020 / 5:09 pm

    This makes me wish I was a fairy.


  3. kim881 April 20, 2020 / 3:05 am

    The use of sibilance in the opening stanza gives your poem a magical sparkle, Lill! A lovely image of a fairy waiting to dry her wings in the sun.


  4. Kerry April 20, 2020 / 5:21 am

    Such a luscious looking mushroom,and magical poem.


  5. Ellecee April 20, 2020 / 9:42 am

    So lovely❣️As a child I always imagined that where there were toadstools there were fairies🌹😳


  6. clayandbranches April 20, 2020 / 12:35 pm

    Delightful!😍 I totally believed in fairies as a child–kept seeing them out of the corner of my eye. Still long to believe in them.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s