A babbling creek
Chatters tales
Of last year’s snow that once
Crowned the mountaintops

Softly pondering November frost
The afternoon breeze recalls
Seasons past

The creek responds
A constant chorus
Of storytelling lore

Its waves are lustrous locks
Of a forest fairy
Curving in a quiet dance
Through valleys and hills

She hugs the waist of a chasm
Whispering a kiss onto the cheeks
Of moss-flecked rocks

As the sun retreats
Behind the mountains
The evening wind
Makes demand;

Stirring the cascading silk
Where trout flicker among the stone

And as the pale moon
Scatters pearl pebbles
Across the enchanted strands

A twilight sky drapes a
Velvet scarf over
The fairy’s hair