Evidence of Fairies

There is a path I walk along
that seems of ancient time.
Low-bent branches
and carpets of moss.
A convocation of
creatures and spirits
who move about
with rustle of leaves
and cryptic speech.
Makeshift footbridges
cross giggling streams
and walking sticks
prop themselves against
century-old trees as if
a visitor sits where I cannot see.
And every now and then,
I am certain I find
evidence of fairies.