Connie Yost (5/27/38 / Reed City, Michigan)
The dress, sequined white, full tutu and all,
The dance, announcing fulfillment of fall,
You think you see snow,
But look very closely, it's fairies you know!
We can't hear the wood-winds a spiny wind blows,
The air is so arctic it's numbing my nose!
Well, the hen and the cow are both in the barn,
Please be assured, I don't wish to alarm.
The fairies arrival has delusional charm,
But reality lives, down here on the farm,
Too many, too many! Go in and keep warm!
It isn't the fairies! It's a huge winter storm!
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