In light of moon, in dark of night,


























the faeries gather, in winged flight. I look at nothing, I look at air, I turn my head and they are there.

No matter how dark the night,




















nor how light the day, the faery folk come out to play. No matter storm no matter rain, the faery folk will come again.

Late in the afternoon in a golden light,




















the faeries play for pure delight...their colours rich, their light filled eyes, are seeing nothing near just distant skies.

Amongst the leaves amongst the flowers,



















the faery faces play for hours...under the sunshine under the starlight, the smiles are wide, the eyes are bright.

Against the blue of the autumn sky,





















the eyes that shine do not lie.
The faces fair,
the knowing smile,
come settle here
and stay a while.

A blaze of autumn in the Green Man's hair,


















the light in eye shine always there...
The tears of wisdom, the smile the gaze...
All part of these my Autumn days.