My ‘Will-o-the-wisp”🧚‍♀️

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 doting Mother

I stroll there on my rambles every once in a while

 And as my senses are succumbed I always stop and I smile

Well just yesterday I was there amidst that wonderful whiff

When  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 so 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 fluttering 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

But 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