A Walk in Spring
by Bryan Sheppard

One glittering green spring day
Before the morning had worn away
I saw a pixie flutter by
My path, beneath a golden sky.
He danced and skipped amid the dew
That gleamed from every glassy growth
Around the dirt road I was loathe
To leave—and as I watched him dance
(Now in some sort of pixie-trance)
His bounds grew higher and higher yet
As if his mystic leaps would let
His shimmering fingers touch the sky--
And then, in a moment of ecstasy
I saw him higher, higher vie
And up into the clouds he flew.