Fairy

I've found a fairy in my purse.
She is shimmery like a dragonfly,
smaller than a tooth.

Her hair is as heart-shaped as a leaf.
Her wings were a handshake,
ringing with the hush of a clock’s soft chime.

She flew to the sunset’s pane of the window,
rested on a vase,
and raised her wand:
“Worry not, your song will find its chance.”

Then she flared like the spiky light of a sparkler,
and vanished into autumn, into winter air.