Sunday, May 24, 2009

"When Does Winter Start? A Flower Fairy Called Out-and When Does Summer End?"


"Purple Cloak" 12x24 oil on canvas by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen, from my "Victorian Series" Private Collection



Did you know that flower fairies fret about the seasons? It is logical isn't it? They want to know when Winter will come and Summer ends. There is much planning that they must do, to help their garden flowers make it through.

So do turn on the music as you read my poem below.

"When Does Winter Start? A Flower Fairy Called Out-and When Does Summer End?"

When does
When does Winter start?
A fragile fairy
stood against the wind of Fall
and protested its coming.
Day Lily had worried about her timing.
Her flowers
had not been carefully covered
as yet
fore she simply could not accept their sleeping.
She would miss them so
in their repose.
She desperately needed more time
to savour their loveliness
and note their stems green lines.
The clock was surely ticking.
That's what legends and myths
charted
on the surface of her scrapbook
and noted by her
as not to be missed.

Poor little fairy
poor little dear
she wanted her treasures
to last and last
forever.

When does Fall start?
Another fairy in the garden sang forth
not realizing it was already there
losing time to gather leaves
to cover her hydrangeas
allowing them to rest
till springtime
the next calendar year.
She had lost track of time
I guess.
With so much to do
a gardens care taking
she exclaimed
was never quite through.

Poor little fairy
poor little dear.
she wanted her treasures
to last and last
forever.

Oh! When does Spring start again?
I miss it so!
Said a magical creature with wings.
It seems my fellow angels have been sleeping
as they worried bout the cold sting
that Fall
then Winter brings.
Wake up I say
as little seedlings poke their heads
above the dried up leaves
that had covered them
in their seasonal sleep.

OH! Poor little fairies
poor little dears.
They wanted her treasures
to last and last
forever.

When does Summer start?
Tis a flower fairies ball
as they dance on clouds like feathers
and send their secret calls.
Butterflies and honey bees
dragonflies and ladybugs
all decorate their days
for flowers fairies to cheer

and love.
Sunshiny smiles
from every human child
as they chime along with the magic
of a flowers faeries call.

And then?
It all begins again.
For another spring winged creature
frets along the creek
saying when should I start planning for Winter
and oh when will Summer then end?
Tis such a pitiful rhyme
for a fairy counting time
and drumming up the courage to say
when is the last day
of Summer?

And oh, oh my
poor little fairies
poor little dears
Who only wanted their treasures
to last and last
forever.


by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
Copyright 2009