May Madness
reigns amongst the faery world about, above and around
and is heard their sound
as leaves float down and cold winds sweep across the land.











But one is still and looking last on flowery bloom
That will not stand against the frosty blast, that is winter,

From the Autumn morning mist -

Floating down amongst t he leaves
amongst the orange browns and yellows
I see their eye shine and hear their laughter...
Back again why would i doubt it...
When have they ever stayed away...
Sometimes i am blinded by my own busyness
And i forget and therefore d o not see...
But of late in autumn cool, I feel them first
Then see them tumble...across the grass
Amongst the leaves of Autumn falling
The faeries come again.