Tenting at dawn

Secret Circus

cloaked faeries
race to gather up
moist circus tents
as dawn reveals their
evening elfin revels.
each wing-ed puck
pitches in as one
to roll and tuck
gossamer globes
of dewy diamonds
into pockets lined
with funneled leaves
or rose hip flasks
to stash and save
till close of day
when darkness falls
on grassy sprawls
beneath a canopy
of vastly scattered
stars that dance and
dot the evening sky