A day of tears and hard to face the town

...not far from howling at the moon...
but music heard and sunset seen. these faeries came and eased the gloom...
How they know just when to come...and when they know to move along...
without their help; their light and laughter...
I think the nights would pull me under.

As summer comes through Spring...

the trees are fully laden with Mulberries...the roses bloom and the Rainbow Lorikeets are outside my door chatting and chortling as they eat their fill of sweetness from the trees...its a good time - a time Don loved...and he is inside my head a lot right now

Many years ago the family was - in sunlight and sunrise and in moonlight so the family did grow...

The years did amount and who knows that count ...

the children grew and before we knew ... were gone and flown...but in this time we all have grown.

Though the father faery has gone to whatever waits for us all...the joy of the family has not begun to pall...we are all here with love in our heart...and NO " they never ever can tear us apart"

In time the two - male and female become the one
In light of moon,
in haze of sky...
these faeries ask not what nor ask not why...
it is just what and it is just how...
the faeries male and female,
are one right now

Not all faeries are pretty and not all are wise - some look like me and you - but short and shimmering in the light of day...

Dark Sky Faeries

Last night was cool and sweet and dark. Under the Southern Cross, nothing stirred but a soft perfume laden air - Spring is here.

At times like this and skies bejewelled with midnight blue and diamond points of light all glimmering in all colours of the rainbow...
the dark sky faeries can be seen...but only with the eyes half shut and dropping all expectation of what should be there, seeing what is there - and once seen never forgotten.