Yard Sale of Thoughts

Fairy creatures gather round!
The summer sun will soon be stunned,
frozen stiff straight overhead;
the time for feasting has begun!

Pour out your most prized abundance
from highest peak and lowest crag,
and share your  blessings as they flow
with all your favorite forest friends. 

Recipes of ancient design:
fennel seeds to fuel the heart,
but don't forget to use the rinds,
passed thrice through fire for good luck.

While pixies play with china plates,
the morning dew revives the face.
Come, celebrate the fullness 
of our bold and budding sun.

The tables set with lavender and rose
for 'tis the season when the tall grass grows,
and while the pantry may be all-a-flutter,
one swallow never made a summer.

©2023 | K. Hartless

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Artwork: “Victorian Fairies” Evelyn Stuart Hardy

This poem’s final line is borrowed from the Farmer’s Almanac.