Daylight dims and darkness creeps in that little bit quicker in the evening. One is not always aware and all of a sudden you look up or look out and there's the a full moon instead of sun coolly climbing in the sky.
I've come down from my lofty tower in the early hours of the morning to contemplate it's pale beauty in silence. Life always seems more serene and to flow naturally when most of our species are curled up in bed.
It's almost fairy time again and I can hear the water gurgling in the cistern as I finish my meandering through photos of the past as the Autumn festival is almost at last. The trees not yet in Yeat's Autumn beauty but we'll soon be singing down by the sally gardens and gathering hazel nuts again.
Though no Labyrinth or Forest to get lost and find myself again this Autumn gathering of community friends offers fruit and more food for thought that our Midsummer beginning.
I'll leave you for now in the company of W.B. whose poetry we will be reciting on September 18 in the wonderful acoustic setting of Claremorris Library accompanied by Grainne Hambly.
The Wild Swans at Coole
