A POEM A DAY - FAIRIES FLY
When I was a child we always called thistle fluff 'fairies' and I would run around trying to catch them as they danced on the wind. Blowing a dandelion head was either counting time with my puffs as the clocks blew away or releasing more fairies on the wind. Seeing their sparkle now still makes me smile. © 2020 Jacqueline Knight Cotterill. All rights reserved.