Poesy...

*A repost in honor of Annabelle's upcoming 5-month birthday. You are a gentlewoman and a scholar, Annabelle. 

This is a poem I wrote for some dear friends who recently had a darling baby girl named Annabelle Aria. They are quite musical, which lent itself nicely to a poem. I hope you enjoy.

An April Morning

Beyond the woods where the Wood Nymphs play

Through the valleys where the Shadowlings lay

Over the hollow where the Hollyfolk stay

Bells can be heard a-tinkling away.

The Willow-waifs waltz in the melodious air

The Flutterbys flit with fanciful flair

And the Winklebees wave their wisteria hair

As they ready themselves for this festive affair.

The voyage begins with giddy delight

Dancing and singing by Candlebug light

Mayflower Maidens and Silverwing Sprites

All follow the music far into the night.

When sunlight spills over the Cloverwood Falls

And ushers them through the Heavenly Walls

The chorus resounding leaves each one enthralled

As they open the doors to the Great Music Hall.

Jubilant fanfare raises their wings!

Curlycues curtsey and Sugarbirds sing

Slipperfeet dance on violin strings

And all lend a voice when the final note rings.

The merry assembly issues a sigh

When a radiant presence captures their eyes

Standing before them in dazzling light,

The Composer, the Maestro, the Conductor of Life!

Their praises combine in a boisterous refrain,

“This music you’ve written, Father, give us its name!”

He pauses to answer, and His loving eyes swell

“This aria, children, is My Sweet Annabelle.”