First Snow
The view of my back meadow all covered with snow
And the grandchildren ask, “Where do the fairies go?”
“The fairies have left the meadows, the orchard, the gardens and Blue Fairy Hill for the warmth of their chambers in a Great Oak Tree.”
They fluttered through the gardens passing beneath the arbor where Arctic Hardy Kiwi grows.
Past the glass greenhouse where Paco romps in the snow.
Past the Fairy Wardrobe where mortal children dress up and play.
All is left as they left it, they will return in the spring.