Just a twirl and a spin
and thus the dance begins
natural, in graceful movements
growing toward a peak
that marks the end
of every growing season

like the marks so often seen
on doorjambs of a childhood home
when we stop to wonder
where our childhood's gone
remembering the days
of wistful magic play

when faeries danced
the night and day away
just outside the door
where evermore
becomes reality . . .


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