In Door County Woods

You can see only the shoes of fairies whose feet
are dressed in the color of daffodils and dandelions.
They tap their toes in the breeze or pirouette
to the phoebe’s song. When the pileated woodpecker
sticks its red crest and striped neck from its nest
and begins its staccato troll, fairies bend and twirl in time.
When you stroll among the trees, fairies quiet themselves
so you can’t see they’ve been dancing. You only spy
their yellow slippers in the underbrush.

Wilda Morris, President of Poets and Patrons of Chicago, spends part of each year in Door County. Her poetry has received a number of awards, including a Pushcart nomination. Her poetry blog, wildamorris.blogspot.com, presents a poetry contest each month.