Fairies

 
There are fairies in the garden
the primroses tell me so.
foxgloves too confirm,chiming
bells on their steeple stems
rung by hungry bees and hoverflies  
I  never meet or see them
perhaps one day I shall, but
I need no proof. Life cannot be
without their guardian vigil.
 
The crow and gaudy jay chase
finches as whispering
fairies keep them safe.
There is a corner by the fence
overgrown, unkempt, hedgehogs
nestle in the leaves, winter nights
no threat, I see them now and then,
say hello, but the fairies
keep at distance,I hear their games
gossamer veils on moon lit nights,
friends tell me these are spiders'
but I cannot believe. . . . . . .
 
Happiness has no rational source;
my magic world secure to share
with those who can believe.
Smile or laugh,but I know
foxgloves will bloom next year
and primrose too,calm and still,
no turmoil disturbs  the air,
same as last we met,
I hear the gentle waves
join in your delight
buoyant at your side,
as we swim the summer lake
flesh combined . .shared, discrete
not to wake the pigeon
cooing love as we.
Across the waves
we  hear summer thunder
retreating from the morning sun,
glory in the yellow light
solos joined in bliss
duet now and unison.
Hold the moment close,
relax, thoughts entwine
wallow once and again ,in
the balm of mind and soul,
drink of the crystal lake
quenched and satisfied.