Blackfire Ink Digital Art & Photography

Four Seasons Of The Fairy Folk

Dandelions

(Spring)

Beneath the sun where meadows sway, In golden fields of Spring’s display, The dandelions lift their heads, A sea of yellow flower beds.

But look beyond their earthly guise, And see with wonder in your eyes, For each bright bloom, a fairy hides, A secret born where magic bides.

With petals spun of golden thread, They guard the earth where dreams are bred. Their stems are wands, their seeds are spells, Carried where the wild wind dwells.

When blossoms fade and turn to white, They don their silken wings for flight. A whispered wish, a breath of air, Sends fairies dancing everywhere.

They ride the breeze, fleetingly they go, To where new dandelions grow. Their magic spreads, their joy takes root, In every field, a golden fruit.

So when you see their yellow cheer, Remember fairies linger here. The dandelions are their art, A touch of whimsy, nature's heart

Fireflies

(Summer)

In the dusk where shadows blend, And forest paths seem without end, A spark alights, first one, then two, A waltz of gold in evening’s hue.

But peer too close, and they will flee, Their magic masked in mystery, For these are fairies, wild and sly, Who borrow light to grace the sky.

With gossamer wings and laughter low, Through moonlit fields, they come and go. Yet should you catch one, don’t hold it tight, It shifts its shape to hide its light.

Within your hands, a trick is sprung, Its glow becomes a bug well-strung, A lightning bug, or so it seems, To veil the truth of faerie schemes.

But if you blink or let it slip, The fairy breaks from your loose grip, And with a laugh that fills the trees, Returns to dance upon the breeze.

So when you see their fleeting flare, And think to grasp them unaware, Remember... fairies trick and tease, Disguised as fireflies in the leaves.

Leaves

(Autumn)

When autumn breathes its crisp delight, And woods are bathed in amber light, The leaves that fall are more than they seem, A fairy’s flight, a drifting dream.

With gowns of crimson, gold, and brown, They leap from trees in leafy gowns, Each twirl, each glide, a whispered tune, Dancing beneath the harvest moon.

They ride the winds with joyous cries, In spiral paths through twilight skies, Their laughter hums in rustling streams, A song of autumn’s fleeting dreams.

But tread with care where leaves are spread, For fairies rest where branches shed. Their magic fades if crushed below, Lost beneath the season’s glow.

Yet catch one mid-flight if you dare, And hold it lightly in the air. Its shape may shift before your gaze, A fleeting glimpse of faerie ways.

As forests blush and days grow brief, The fairies weave their artful grief. Their colors fade, they turn to earth, Awaiting spring's enchanted birth.

So when the leaves begin to fall, And autumn wraps the world in thrall, Look closely, fairies drift and play, In every leaf that rides away.

Snowflakes

(Winter)

In winter’s hush, when cold winds sing, And frost adorns the world’s still ring, They drift from clouds in skies of gray, Tiny dancers in a white ballet.

No simple flakes of ice or air, But winter fairies, soft and rare, With crystal wings and gowns of frost, A fleeting beauty, gently tossed.

They swirl in spirals, faint and bright, Each one unique, a spark of light, Whispering secrets the cold earth hears, Of frozen dreams and ancient years.

They kiss the trees, the roofs, the ground, With magic in their touch profound. Each flake a blessing, soft, serene, Transforming earth to winter sheen.

Yet grasp one close, and it will fade, Its fragile spell too pure to stay. For fairies melt where warmth resides, Their magic lost, their wonder dies.

But let them fall and softly rest, They’ll weave a cloak on nature’s breast, A winter world where magic glows, A gift of fairies shaped as snow.