Like the wind
They’re whizzing on the blades of grass,
ecstatic
for the ride.
Like fireflies
They light up the fields and the forests
of small lights,
like the stars of the night
they shine in the dark
of the end of April,
and like small bonfires
They inflame
the spirits in celebration.
Poem (C): Me
“Elfin Song (Illustration)” (C): Florence Harrison
“Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens (Illustration)” (C): Arthur Rackham