Samhain (End of Summer) by Nicola Curtin

A large tree in the middle of green woodland. Large white text reads: Samhain (End of Summer). Smaller text reads: Discussing disabled characters in fairy tales and folklore.

(For when the leaves our summer friends have fallen)

newborn
faces up
outdoors
beneath the trees
skysent resonance
swishes
limbs respond
by raising knees

Skysent old images haunt me
summer is no more
angels, fairies sent to soothe me
lie dead upon earths floor

more falling ever daily
the ground is gold and red
brown dead veins are crisping
revealing that they’re dead

Lucifers angels fallen
tuatha de danann’s on the mound
A jealous god deceived them
my god he can’t be sound

then some who turned mid fall
looked skyward bleak and bare
there was no pull cept downward
no hope and just despair

but then the Cailleach fetched them
she winters underground
They nurture TREE forever
now truth it knows no bounds
the leaves they tell their stories,
to
worms, roots, and a breeze
their mission is to nourish
new growth for humans ease,
and yet how could they do it
if they did not know of grief
when every angel blossoms
when under some-borns sleep

Their purpose is for spelling
those born with life for hope
angels always round us
so that we always cope
im grateful for the memory
from the ground those faithful days

I no longer believe in fairys
or hawthorns special ways
but I’m grateful for the magic
of natures tale spun faes

Faes=phase