Færie is back there: in the serene yards within the morning midst, It is not the quiet porches or the nymph on the bird bath; It is not within the trees or in the grass. Færie is back there: in between the moments in the instant of no time and ... no place; It is the ethereal magic and the gossamer moment; It is in the heart's and the mind's and the soul's love for verdant Gæia.
©1999, John A. Mills
Published in Mind Games; Poetry Today; Suzy Walton, ed.