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.
lillian the home poet 
This sounds like something that could be in a children’s book… with those fairies dancing.
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This is so beautifully written 😀 I love those “rain drenched leaves.” 💝
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This makes me wish I was a fairy.
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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.
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Such a luscious looking mushroom,and magical poem.
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Absolutely delightful. (Sounds like you are getting impatient for Spring.)
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So lovely❣️As a child I always imagined that where there were toadstools there were fairies🌹😳
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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.
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