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.

My daughter faeries two

From days long gone the days of youth,
these two are ours and are our truth.
The light that shines from out their eyes,
is pure as pure and holds no lies.

Women now, girls no longer,
my love for them grows stronger.
And should my life end this day...no need to worry they know the way. the way of light the way of truth..lessons learned under our roof.
The way of kindness the way of fun...I am amazed at what we have begun.

Two daughter faeries have my heart... and having that no need to part

As winter runs away my days...
my eyes recall the faeries gaze...
nor frost nor snow nor blizzard's sting can keep the faeries from Springing's sing.










Nor...gusty winds and air with chill...
the Spring it brings the faeries will




And in the hours before dawn begins...the faeries gather with gilded wings.











The days do warm the flowers bloom....and faerie faces fill my room...I am blessed and know I am...my faerie faces again began

And Spring is near...the sun returns. With the sun the faeries dance...
in morning's light they will entrance

















from Forrest wild and climates mild...the faeries come man woman and child.










Their faces turned unto the sun...we will go where they come from

Around the corner

Around the corner a flash of green...













liquid tears and a hat so red, I couldn't believe my eyes.

Laughter flowed along a ripple of air so light and cool, I couldn't believe my ears.

On my tongue a taste of spring so clean and fresh I couldn't believe my tongue.

A smell drifted up my nose, so sweet and so full of memory I could not believe my nose.

The touch so light upon my skin of little fingers and lips so slight so I couldn't believe what I felt on my skin.


And there they were for just the flash, so there, so totally there, and gone as fast...as always

The times at night when thoughts take flight
...and tears do come..
my mind holds close to the softness of my family warm and laughing...
and now so scattered.

And how to be now he is gone...and my heart is so alone.
"I love you big four up in the stars and the sky" said he to our daughter when she asked him aged four, how much he loved her, thirty years ago... and still we write the words in his memory in letters and cards...

And here they are...

In tree branches and flowery beds,

on moonlight beams they rest their heads...

Spring is near and wintry winds and chill

is blessed by a faery's will.































The sun returns and so the flowers,

the days are balmy as are the hours.

In light of grass in light of day...

the time has come for faeries' play.

Their light is bright as are their eyes,

their hearts are pure they tell no lies.

And when they dance and when they smile

my world stands still a little while.

From ancient time to time to come,

The Faery Queen has watched the seasons pass. Each drop of rain, each bright sunrise, held inside a heart so big it holds a world... there is nothing too large and nothing too small to fit inside the heart that watches all.

Under a weak winter sun,


















on the edge of the cliff at rocky beach these two were perched...for some time I watched them and slowly to bigger one became aware of me and shot me a look of so much knowing that it had me up on my feet and wide awake... I backed away from their sunset, from their magic because I suddenly felt like my being there was not needed and not appreciated...no menace there just what is...and I can cop it sweet.

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.

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.

Yesterday I was feeling too sad...
memories flooded back and as I drove past a picnic area, everyone seemed to be with someone. Times were it was like that for me. Our two girls were off into the big wide world at 17 and we were the same when we were the same age...so we understood their need to be free while they were young and without much responsibility.

You don't plan on being alone... we are a loyal lot in our family, almost without exception bonding for life...

the bond with Don for me is unlikely to ever be broken...and it just got to me for a while yesterday. I was missing the silliness of our little family. The comfort and acceptance being inside such a family brings...missed the surprises, the scares around the dark corners and then the hooting of their laughter. The planning and snickering and all of it...was so good.

I miss my lovely husband's love...oh dearie me... but again it was his silliness and unpredictability I missed...his gentleness...his love which was deeper than anything I think I had ever expected in this life. Right when I felt I could not get control, one of my own picked up the phone far away and rang me...we talked for ages and I felt...not "all better", but that I could handle this, go on with this...

After we stopped talking I went outside...the sun touched the land so gently...and all the paddocks and trees seemed to glow and seemed as a gold velvet...

It was just a bittersweet thing yesterday and I needed to cry...really cry as if I would never stop. And I did...

Then came over the sun touched grass, over the dam and greenery, the bittersweet faeries...a smile on their faces...some a little crooked...and a tear in their eyes...

everything was going to be okay...I felt that. Not now, not next year maybe not for ten years or so...but one day I understood from them, the joy will return. I will laugh easily as I have always done...and my face will once again turn towards the sun. I know this now.

Late afternoon faeries a dancing

Then for no reason at all I see this lot,
as I go down into the paddock to shut the gate late in the afternoon...just a flicker of light and sparkle in my peripheral vision and they are imprinted in my brain...when I look directly, nothing is there as usual. Who knows where they come from or for why...but they are and thats all I need worry about.

This time I feel I have accidentally caught them in mid dance, a slow whirling dance in spirals towards the mellow setting sun...nice to know there are things I can't touch or affect and that they are beautiful and exist not for us to dissect and "KNOW" about...but for no other reason than the joy of light.