My wife’s recipe for a fairy:
Put buttercup pollen
And a canary feather
In a thimble. At midnight.
Immersed in my life’s current
However it may flow
In the giant life around it
That whispers like a tree
Rocked by evening light,
A tide of beams
Bears my dream bound boat.
The boughs drop peace,
A star wanders toward dawn
Over the dim wet leaves.