Untouched

Flowers bloom in the sweet spring air
Petals unfurl, a blossom is born
A light-footed fairy dances without a care

Another steps daintily around the thorns
Sprouting from the saccharine rose she rests upon
Her petite face topped with the cap of an acorn

The nights become shorter and signal the dawn
A new season of hot and humid takes its turn
The delicate petals of the spring fairies gone

With the sun high in the sky, the air seems to burn
The fairies escape to oases of cool shade
They retreat into ponds and fan themselves with ferns

Finally, the simmering sun seems to fade
A lone leaf sinks from the sky
Launching an auburn and blonde cascade

Leaves and fairies intertwine
A blustery ballet twirling with the wind
Until the ground is blanketed, crunchy and dry

The air turns cold, the frost sets in
Fairies fade into blue and white
Their snowflake skirts sparkle with each tiny spin

Temperatures drop even more at night
Silence permeates the frozen atmosphere
A tiny bud sprouts in the moonlight

The cycle begins anew each year
The fairies wait for the dawn to appear

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Thank you all for the wonderful comments and votes on my previous poems! They encourage me to write more, even if they are criticisms not compliments. It is enough to know that someone reads my work.