2021.12.30.
The dreams
The most beautiful fairy smiled,when she saw the glimmer of a pale star,
which as a soft thread, white and silent,
winds around the spindle of her blonde sister.
And again she smiles, for into her spinning wheel
the thread of the fields has become entangled.
Behind the thin curtain of the bedroom
the garden opens, wrapped in golden light.
The cradle, almost in shadows. The child slumbers.
Two busy fairies bear its company
and spin delicate ivory and silver flakes
from the dreams.