The fairy

butterflies don't live in regret
moping over the caterpillar they once were

but when it comes to them crawling they also don't lie about it

These fairies and their butterfly wings carry that transformation with pride as the set lightly upon our flowers

You've got to spin and weave silk to build a cacoon

Moving and wiggling

spinning something beautiful and fine and ugly

and I just wish

That these staring koi fish

Could really understand what all these moving things mean

Understand That

There's a reason we say that change is the most sincere of all apologies

asking for grovelling pained reflection from you

is like asking the sunrise for more moons

to ask you to wallow
instead of flutter

is to deny the sputter in your flames

and the pains that dance behind your dances

spelled out

 in your footsteps as you prance out Frames that mark these heart wrenching patches of mud

Like maps and marks of where not to tread

At dusk

prairies carry fireflies and unforgotten lies

flitting between flowers and sweetgrass

some days the moon lays clear and bright in the sky

some days it's presence need not deny the sunrise

in the wild, honor is not always honored

but you've held true to your own nonetheless

fairy circles come with questions asking for your name

so that it may be stolen and stomped upon

but in this pond

the fae freckled dancer

answers those questions just the same

the Unseelie court

deemed her the unseemly sort

far too much pixie

too little witches wart

but ill still follow that fairy light

into the forest at night

even if it costs me a few years

deep down inside

I know

it'll all be alright