the gift of the Fair Folk

Merry Christmas, my friends! 🎄

Not sure about you, but the weather here is frigid and the snow is howling in Upstate New York this Christmas weekend.

I am so blessed to have some remaining family to spend time with this holiday season. And Mom is certainly with us in spirit.

But I know there are so many people alone for the holidays. And others who might feel isolated or depressed.

I wrote this poem, thinking of you. Wanting you to know that you are not alone and that you are loved by this magnificent online community of poets and readers and creatives.

And I am wishing, especially you, some holiday magic and some precious moments of cheer.

-PS Conway 🎅 ❄️ ☘️

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the gift of the Fair Folk

Mrs. O’Riordan tends her fire

to keep out the chill of this Christmas Eve

alone with her thoughts, she sips her hot toddy

to warm her heart with some memories

of better times, of happier days

outside the window, the junipers sway

to the music of the night, the voice of the wind

summons snowflakes to caper and gambol

Mrs. O’Riordan recalls a wee lad,

cheeks rosy red from the exertion

of creation, a snowman to greet Christmas

the pride in his eyes, look mother! look mother!

tears spill from her own as the boy fades away

outside the window, the fae watch the widow

hearts broken with sorrow, they each place a piece

of their shine upon the juniper branches

Mrs. O’Riordan starts at the scene

the skein of yearning unravels its bind

the gift of the Fair Folk has lit up the night

a magical snowful glowing delight

helps her feel less lonely for Christmas