Honied yellow dripping gold,
leaf of autumn in the cold,
dancing on in crisp despair,
whirling on enchanted air,
falling silently to earthen tomb,
away from tree’s rooted arm,
perhaps the silence broken then,
by hollow cries of autumn grief,
synchronized with the falling leaf.
Come sit with me, you children,
in a circle round the fire;
let me tell you all a story
while the pine log flames get higher;
I first heard this here story
when I was young like you,
sitting around a fire like this
and my grandpa told it true.
These young folks from the city
used to come here every Fall,
taking pictures everywhere,
till one year, as I recall;
they went to see the haystacks
where the moon shines on the fence,
and to see the country scarecrows,
and nobody s seen em since.
There was this farmer, Mr. Brown,
who laughed at tales like this;
one Halloween he left his home
After giving his gal a kiss;
he said he left his bestest hat,
the one with the widest brim ,
out in the field – well, they found his hat
but they ain’t yet found him.
The Rawlins Twins, they was a pair
if mischief was to be had;
they liked to joke – most every folk
said that they was bad.
One Autumn evening they went out
to steal their neighbor s corn.
They ain’t come back; it s just as though
them two was never born.
On Halloween some scarecrows live
just for the night of fear,
but if they get your soul, my child,
they ll live for one whole year.
So if you go into the fields,
make sure you don t arrive
on October thirty-first,
when the scarecrows come alive
Late summer the bay at Southampton
Glows blue like the lupines in spring
Gone are the currants and redbuds
In russet and gold the plants ring
Amidst this Pacific profusion
The Pickleweed clan builds its house
The sparrow and yellowthroat warbler
Along with the tiniest mouse
It’s named for the salt marsh harvest
The stealthy mouse hides during day
Unseen by coyote or shorebird
Bursts forth with the moonlight’s first ray
And lo, when the moon’s at its brightest
The Pickleweed pixies appear
The little brown mouse is their playmate
The pixies consider it dear
When dawn spills over the wetlands
In pink-petaled spring or in fall
They perk their ears while the mouse disappears
And as sentinels they stretch tall
All pixies and fey folk enchanted
Are wise to the wild’s cunning spin
But they warn to the hawk, snake, and red fox
Salt marsh harvest mouse is our kin!
Stranger, who art thou passing here
tonight? Hast thou no fear?
Come not to graveyards in the night
when the half-moon, pale and dim, gives light;
The witching moon tis called, or horned,
once sacred to the Druids, adorned
in white, who called with darkest spell
fearsome demons out of hell,
and some of these are living yet!
In bone-yards like this they re met
Hark – hear ye that crunch of tooth
and bone? They feast at night, in truth,
on corpses and sometimes fools
like you who come to see the ghouls.
Too bad my words ye proudly scorned
For surely ye were duly warned.
Nay, stop! Tis too late to run
from ghouls, see? For I am one!
Journey far beneath the faery village
discover the kaleidoscope of magic wonders
My beautiful cream coral reefs soul filled with eternal love
Embrace my kiss within our stain-glass montage,’tis our dream home
I am your dream, gems of the souls sea
Swirling opaque dolphins love, I seek thee
Frosted stylized waves of ecstasy, ’tis me
We are suspended in time, hanging in the chamber walls
Kiss my lips as we will sparkle the heaven new cascading rain
Treasure of mine, I found a love so sweet
Flow with me to the porcelain angel’s light
Heirloom time shall part the moonlight doors
My holiday Faery
Your colors of twilight, opaque apricot blues
Peace wraps in your inner quilt of forever love
Among the priceless gifts I have to give to you
This holiday season is my keepsake, my Amethyst
As cherished the soft heart you share each day
Always there to help and guide me
Inspire as my winged fairy of love
Always and forever butterflies above
As the cherished Light of mine, somewhere in time
Hearts joined forever in bond, ’tis my soul you find
Gentle blessings caressed in sands of lapis time, come my love
Ebbing in each twilight I carry your green eyes to mine
If time could allow to stay as we are
To find that glazing bloom the stars
I shall be the lady of your dreams
Forever as the light of your hope shall stream
Sail on waters
Deep and pure,
While winds wander
Through silvery snare,
Pale, nymphs calling
In the night,
Shut eyes to shadows,
Burnish delight,
Shut ears to shouting,
Shut heart to hurt,
Each door closing,
Open wide,
Hear the voices,
Taste the tart,
Pierce the heavens,
Hesperides’ Chart,
Courses kernels,
Seeds remain,
Golden Apple
Drops again.
‘Tis a place in time wherein
Faerie hills abound,
Where from winter s darkest corners
Springs forth newness all around.
Once Springtide’s charm
‘Tis duly cast,
She brings with the faerie hills
And there appear
In transparent form
Dancers small upon
The grassy knoll.
And these dancers small,
Their own music
With them bring,
A band of two
Or perhaps three,
One in the shadows
With a drummer s beat.
So light of foot
The dancers small
That each step
Touches not the earth,
But just the brush of air
Disturbs the soil beneath
By the breeze there attached.
We know not
From whence they come
Nor where their future takes,
For no evidence of their passing
Do they leave behind,
But in that misty realm
Beyond imagination s craft.
Laments encircled in butterfly fairys will
Singing sweet tapestries in golden sill
Neath all cellos window creatures quill
Fairys dance in golden daffodils
Enchanted fairys of Astons will
Whisper still pons’shrill
Woven beams with rose lightbeams
Unicorns softy each twilight streams
Whispering falls , the fairy’s call
Waters caress each breathe taking shawl
Marvelous creatures seen by each who see
Do you my friend now believe?
Aphrodite, goddess of beauty
Azure lighted pathways to each universe
Surrounds my my maiden lithe
Sweet winds sensual spiraling in romance
Free to whisper my Chrysalis in hemlock fairys plumes
Opaque revolves in her door
Moorigan soft in enhances the wind
Celebrated in each way
Oceans carry her palettes to reveal her harmony
Melody sounds she reveals her smiles
Her luminous is lit in the garden of knowing
Hemlock in souls taste, Palmistry
Celestial mirrors opening vastness
Conversations elated magnetic wings
Aspiring in woven blooms she waist
Amethyst in sands carried through time
Stumble it!
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