Fairies in Winter

When the winds swell in earnest,
After the seasonal rains have come,
And the trees, the trees have cast their
Leafy lot with the Earth below,
the fairies, the fairies slumber.

When the winds swell in earnest,
And drenching rains have turned to snow,
The earth and all of her denizens
Drop in, drop in, dwelling deeply, while
The fairies, the fairies slumber.

When the winds swell in earnest,
And all exhuberant activity ceases,
We must only be present to witness, reflectively,
The great fullness that accompanies absence, and
The fairies, the fairies slumber.

When the winds swell in earnest,
And a chilled hush overtakes the world,
My stomach reaches yours, across an illusory chasm, for
Your heart becomes immistakably mine, once again, and
The fairies, the fairies slumber.

When the winds swell in earnest,
A gathering avalanche of huddled introspection
Overwhelms all. There is nothing to do, nowhere to go,
Nothing, save for BEING the
Fairies, fair fairies that slumber, those who

Sometimes yearn for the chance reappearance of Spring.