I take to the air;
gravity can’t pull me down.
A mass of hydrogen,
light as a kaleidoscope of butterflies.
High fae of the woods,
but no ill mischief here.
Spirited woman-being: seen like in a dream,
the illusion in your thoughts.
Wanderer in mysterious realms.
Heart, a woodpecker’s knock on wood.
Voice, the soft, whispering wind.
Large fairy wings flutter
quickly, like a hummingbird’s.
Eyes shine like snow crystals
reflected in the sunlight.
I leave a dew-drop kiss on green leaves.
Young as new buds on the trees, I am
old, also, as the many rings inside them.
My touch light as a feather.
Illuminating energy flows from my soul;
moving through everything.
Space and time exist only as rumination.
Poem & Image by Leonora Ross
Leonora Ross is an artist and novelist from Western Canada. She is passionate about the natural world, an avid hiker and an amateur photographer. She has nonfiction published in Smokey Blue Literary and Arts Magazine, photography published in The Gilded Weathervane and on the cover of the engine(idling, and poetry in First Literary Review-East. She has nonfiction and photography forthcoming in The Penmen Review and The Penn Review, respectively.
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