The Faeries

The trees began to curl into themselves
but first
color themselves in the light
of Fall colors.
The edges began to creep,
creep,
and creep further in,
and every time they did,
the Faeries,
would curl up their toes,
closer to their immortal legs,
and hide.
The ledges of time
became smaller,
the space
to hide,
smaller yet,
and the Faeries knew,
there were not too many daylight hours
left to hide.
They unfurled in the night,
becoming themselves,
unbent from the leaves,
from human eyes.
Oh,
how they thanked the darkness for the need
of most,
humans,
to sleep.
They slipped from the leaves,
stretching their limbs,
nimbly alighting hundreds of feet to the ground,
to start the next day’s work
on the century’s task.
they had agreed to.
(more later) (copyright, The Faeries, S.E.)