My ‘Will-o’-the-wisp’

Hovering up above a clump of rich, ruby red roses
In betwixt the cherry blossom trees
emits a special scent of hypnosis
An odour so powerfully potent unlike any other 
It’s like that sweet smell of newness from an infant and her Mother

I stroll there on my rambles every once in a while and as my senses are succombed I always stop and I smile
Well just yesterday I was there amidst that wonderful whiff and from out of the blue I was startled with a gliff

Yes I could almost taste the pungent perfume on the tip of my tongue
That undiluted indulgence reminded me from when I was young
But within the mixture of that beautiful bouquet an aura of sheer ambience loitered along my pathway

Then I saw an atmospheric, strange ghostly light 
Was this a ‘Will-o’-the-wisp?’
I hid speedily out of sight
Well whatever this eerie apparition was it knew I was there and as I lurked behind an old oak tree I tried not to stare

Honestly and truthfully I saw a fairy, I tell you no lies and as I listened with my ears pricked up I heard her whispered, whimpered sighs
Now I believe that this phenomenon only happens in the summer season
and you can bet your bottom dollar the little fairy goes there for a reason

Is she dressed to impress going to a fairy ball ? and perhaps that strong smell of sweetness comes from the folklore hall ? Lots of dainty delicacies and finery fairy food to eat
Where Elves, pixies and their fragile fairy partners prance and dance with tiny feet