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.

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.