Dancing With Pixies: Days Like This

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Days Like This

Today is a bit grey, so I took a look around me and saw this face.
Admit it, he made you smile didn't he?
Feel free to use whenever you need a 'rosie moment'.

2 comments:

Smilie girlDecember 5, 2010 at 3:43 AM
That is a very happy face.
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BMDecember 6, 2010 at 12:31 PM
Looks a bit happier that some I've seen in Paris today with their little wet feet in the snow
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Wouldn't you all like to have danced with a Pixie?

Have e'er seen the Pixies, the folk not blest or banned?

They walk upon the waters; they sail upon the land,

They make the green grass greener where'er their footsteps fall,

The wildest hind in the forest comes at their call.

They steal from bolted linneys, they milk the key at grass,

The maids are kissed a-milking, and no-one hears them pass.

They flit from byre to stable and ride unbroken foals,

They seek out human lovers to win them souls.

The Pixies know no sorrow, the Pixies feel no fear,

They take no care for harvest or seedtime of the year;

Age lays no finger on them, the reaper time goes by

The Pixies, they who change not, grow old or die.

The Pixies though they love us, behold us pass away,

And are not sad for flowers they gathered yesterday,

Today has crimson foxglove; if purple hose-in-hose

Withered last night, tomorrow will have its rose.