The Fairy Garden Poems

Saturday, July 19, 2008

A Small White Song Bird

I dreamed of a bird
a small white song bird
Flittering through the trees
and while I watched entranced...

Flittering all through the forest
and then Flittering out of the forest...
...through the gardens...
Flittering eventually right to me
slipstreaming in through
a small, just barely open window-

A square window
my portal
What is this house
this place of creaking boards and books
This construction where sand becomes glass
and cotton becomes clothing...

Fluttering right inside
Fluttering down
to land on my
instinctively
upturned hand
like water cupped

The small white song bird
stood still on my open palm
connected to my flesh
and all my feelings

momentarily

his delicate twig feet
lightly rooted in my hand
his voice and wings at rest
weightless and white
unlike any song bird I have ever seen
or heard
he looked up into me
beseeching
or searching
or simply seeing
I do not know

but i felt blessed
looking back

for one perfect moment

And then the small white song bird
fluttered up
and away
slipstreaming
out the open window
back from where he came...

His flight and song resumed
Flittering all through the trees

poem & picture copyright ©2008 Anne Selden Annab
The Fairy Garden Poems # 24

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Quiver and trill

Bird song
and stirrings...

tree top branches
reaching as far as earth
can go

Perch
where my eye lifts
in our garden

Quiver and trill

Tell
a story-
red apples ripening
in the orchard
on a summer's day

Tell
a story-
snap dragons blooming

Tell a
Tell a story-
and off he flies....

poem & picture copyright ©2008 Anne Selden Annab
The Fairy Garden Poems # 23

Water Rills

The castle keep
fills with flowerings

water rills
and falls

cupped by sea shells
to splash

in dreams
splurge
in imaginings

stirred
by the slightest touch

the smallest hint
the gentlest voice

the serendipity
of our time
our touch
our being

disclosed

poem & picture copyright ©2008 Anne Selden Annab
The Fairy Garden Poems # 22

Monday, July 14, 2008

A Fairy Garden Grows

Once upon a time
when the Admiral's
granddaughter
was a little girl
the Admiral's widow
took her to visit
an elderly friend.

In a room full
of frail antiques
the elderly friend
brought forth
a box filled with
precious treasure
and one by one
told stories
of where each
treasure was found

All around the world
(with no children)
she roamed various beaches-
each day a careful search
happily collecting
intriguing sea shells
(and with no children)
and her own death near
the shells now had no where to go

The Admiral's granddaughter listened
rapt- enchanted- and stunned
when bequeathed right there and then
... the entire bounty

Decades later in what
was once forest
then field
then lawn
a fairy garden grows

and now an arc of random sea shells
tumbles- oceans of memories
warm and cold
intermingle
making new stories
out of old.

poem & picture copyright ©2008 Anne Selden Annab
The Fairy Garden Poems # 21

Our Hydrangea

Our Hydrangea
decides for itself

which blue to be
or not

reaching through pinks
into purples

one growing season
bringing many hues
and moods, pinks
into purples
and purples
into pink

each year the one shrub
getting wider and wilder

Cucumber Vines

He makes stars sparkle
from nothingness
takes bare earth
scratches it
seeds it

imagines what might be
and weeds out what shouldn't.

He lures cucumber vines up lattices
and carefully crafted ladders
of wood and string
counts blooms
and thanks the bees he sees

thanks the be's for pollination.

Yesterday's storms

Yesterday's storms
brought the red tailed hawk
to our trees

Swooping in low
right over head

Gusting in
on the winds

of a thundercloud