Fearies Gather Poem by Teedy Dawn

Come one, come all, into the light,
See the fearies gather on Solstice Night.
Down at the brook, with shivery grace,
Their soft, cobweb wings hold the moon’s light embrace.
Watch them waft among briars, hear their tiny bells ting,
As they draw close together among bright toadstool rings.
Hear their lulling voices whisper with silvery note,
As they dance before guardians of holly and oak.
All night their songs echo beneath magical skies,
'Till the dawn gently rises and sleep fills their eyes.
Then they fly away home and nestle their heads,
On light foxglove pillows, in thistle down beds.