Faerie Paths — Frost

 

Frost grows on the window glass,
forming whorl patterns of lovely translucent geometry.
Breathe on the glass, and you give frost more ammunition.
Now it can build castles and cities
and whole ice continents with your breath’s vapor.
In a few blinks you can almost see the winter fairies moving in . . .
But first, you hear the crackle of their wings.

― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

 

 

Faerie Paths — Look

Fingal’s Cave, Scotland

 

The Road Less Traveled

When does Imagination turn into Magic?
Who lives across the water
Down that path
In those woods
Who lives under that tree
Beyond that field
Among those clouds
The whispers of the Otherworld
Ask that question all the time
Their existence
Turns Magic into Imagination
Their world lies
right beneath our feet
just out of sight
All we need to do
is look … and feel

~Claudia~

Faerie Paths — Believe

 

Science seeks to explain everything — but maybe we don’t want everything explained. We don’t want all the magic to go out of life. We want to remain connected to the secret parts of our inner beings, to the ancient mysteries, and to the most distant outposts of the universe. We want to believe. And as long as we do, the fairies will remain.

~ Skye Alexander

 

 

Faerie Paths — Cherry Faeries

 

When I sound the fairy call,
Gather here in silent meeting,
Chin to knee on the orchard wall,
Cooled with dew and cherries eating.
Merry, merry, Take a cherry
Mine are sounder, Mine are rounder
Mine are sweeter, For the eater
When the dews fall.  And you’ll be fairies all.

~Robert Graves, “Cherry-Time,” Fairies and Fusiliers, 1918

 

 

Faerie Paths — Singing Stars

a Spectre in the Eastern Veil

 

 

 

I want to be magic. I want to touch the heart of the world and make it smile. I want to be a friend of elves and live in a tree. Or under a hill. I want to marry a moonbeam and hear the stars sing. I don’t want to pretend at magic anymore. I want to be magic.  ~ Charles de Lint

 

 

 

Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Snowflakes

Snow Fairy

by Claude McKay

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Throughout the afternoon I watched them there,

Snow-fairies falling, falling from the sky,

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Whirling fantastic in the misty air,

Contending fierce for space supremacy.

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And they flew down a mightier force at night,

As though in heaven there was revolt and riot,

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And they, frail things had taken panic flight

Down to the calm earth seeking peace and quiet.

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I went to bed and rose at early dawn

To see them huddled together in a heap,

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Each merged into the other upon the lawn,

Worn out by the sharp struggle, fast asleep.

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The sun shone brightly on them half the day,

By night they stealthily had stol’n away.

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Find more poetry from Claude McKay at http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poet/claude-mckay

Find more images of real snowflakes at SnowCrystals.com

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