The Yew at the Inn

The Book of Flower Fairies
The Yew Fairy Cicely Mary Barker

The Yew at the Inn

 

 

In sunrays atop the yew,
Dewy webs housing sleepy spiders
Weary-wove.

Along red-berried sides,
Morning bees and wasps,
Afternoon butterflies and evening moths,
Scent attracted, sweetly satisfied.

In shadows beneath the yew,
Shiny mushrooms fencing a squirreled
Treasure trove.

Oblong after an inn gardener’s shaping,
The yew sprouts a brighter green,
Fearlessly reaching out all around,
Life attracted, lushly satisfied.

 

 

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