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.
Evidence of Fairies

I love this picture! It’s really magical…
Fairies, I tell you, fairies! : )
Must be. :-)
Indeed.
I know a place or two like this! Beautiful poetry!
Aren’t they wonderful places? : )
Unequivocal proof that fairies are among us! :-)
You’ve got that right!