A gaggle of mid autumn faeries,















appearing from the darkness as I walk about the trees lining the creek...a strange light shines back from the water and the sky is lit with yellow and black...night is coming fast and this lot will go with the darkness...

the nights grow longer and stranger and the trees huddle together in the growing gloom as if moving but not...my own Mythago woods.

These are the watching faeries.

This lot are seen only when you are very still...they cluster atop dead trees, or on fence posts and just look to the east, for the rising sun, to the west to watch its setting...to the north to see the rains come and to the south as the cool changes and winters come...

They are very still...so still that it takes minutes of standing before you become aware of them out of the corner of your eyes...when you turn to look they appear to be gone, replaced by a magpie or Willy Wagtail or something like that...

So intent are they on watching the horizons...they are totally unaware of my passing by..and I kind of like that unawareness. Its as it should be.