Alone, the boy hides 

behind a tree in the backyard 

waiting for the fairies.Image

His mother calls dinner time.

What are you doing?

I’m playing a game:

I have a secret.

Come and cleanup.


Tomorrow is halloween.

He will dress up 

what he wants to be 

and imagines

a day in his life.


Red roses will remain

and the half moon

poetry like the seasons

will change and grow

revealing new secrets.