Sun sinks quickly - <br />Red-yellow fellow - <br />Twilight spreads shade <br />Like a blanket, <br />Dotted and mottled, <br />In Faerie Glade. <br /> <br />Faeries on butterflies <br />Utter cries, flutter by, <br />On summer breeze, <br />Among the blossoms, <br />So easily, teasily, <br />Of apple trees. <br /> <br />Pixies on fireflies, <br />Dashing and flashing, <br />On summer air; <br />Like flickering stars, <br />Wee lights in flight, <br />Everywhere. <br /> <br />Gnomes on frog-steeds, <br />Giddily on water-lillies, <br />Race here and yond; <br />Dashing and splashing <br />Madly, pad to pad, <br />Across the pond. <br /> <br />Moon goddess sends <br />Gentle beams, dreams, <br />While magick ones play; <br />Mortals sleep deeply, unaware, <br />Night features creatures <br />Immortal and fey. <br /> <br />Elven horns sounding, <br />Blowing, night's going; <br />All creatures bade, <br />Time to go home! <br />Hide where you abide, <br />In Faerie Glade!<br /><br />John Bliven Morin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-faerie-glade/
