The Fey Lead Us Into Fall

We are hidden in the thicket of giant maple and oak leaves. There are dwarfs, faeries, gnomes and a tiny vole too. Safe in the comfort of autumn’s bedding; hidden from predators A squirrel hops past to collect an acorn. Sweet silence surrounds us, as we lie in wait. Anticipating the maneuvers of the mushroom people. Sh! They will be along shortly; a pretty faerie says. The rest of us smile, loving the unity of the little people. The fey have a way about them that lends itself nicely to fall.