At the base of my room,
a Splendid Fairyren
has come to play.
He flicks and flutters:
The brightest blue
amongst the red dirt.
The sun is bringing some warmth
and I’m wearing a t-shirt
for first time this winter:
a signifier of change to come.
Sitting at the cusp of this change
is little Fairyren –
bluer than the ocean,
soft and feathered,
darting from branch to
bird bath and back again.
In pulling myself out of a rut of my own creation,
I pay homage to this little creature.
You’re a balm for the soul, little Fairyren.
Never change,
Please,
Never change.
There was some lingering
darkness in the winter:
spaces that irked,
darker contortions of the mind.
But the storm has passed,
the earth replenished,
and I’ve taking the Splendid Fairyren
as a sign
for good things to come.
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