My Fine Fae Lady

Invite me now in, into your tender garden,
where rare and unique beauty is to be revealed.
Flowers, leaves, fragrance like honeysuckle, jasmine,
all the sounds of the soft rain of beauty unsealed.
Not requiring, but desiring, a cautious hand,
sturdy plow to help ensure tis not overwhelmed
by vagrant vagaries of intention unplanned.
My fine fae lady, I am not unacquainted
with the rituals of your sprouts, needing the care
of an empathetic gardener, understanding
the necessity of an earnest heart to bear
a sustained effort, your approval demanding
as I press to your beds and lay root where best
to make grow what your heart requires to be impressed.


William F. DeVault.  all rights reserved.