The air is pleasant, cool, and sweet.
I walk a path with sandaled feet
That fairies showed while starlight glowed
Upon the forest, dark and neat.
The path leads me to rolling fields
That grass and flower both do yield.
There are no trees or rocks or bees
But birdsong rings like bells oft pealed.
The fairies draw their harps and flutes
They sing to violins and lutes
At me they glance, then start to dance
With clicking heels and stamping boots.
I join the fairies' joyful song
I dance for I know not how long.
I pant, perspire, start to tire,
But the dance has just begun.
I wake to see the rising sun,
Remembering that midnight fun
That to me seemed just like a dream
But wait--my shoes--I'm missing one.
M. J. Piazza is a Jesus-loving, dog-walking country girl who just so happens to write books.