This is a lovely mystical view of an Irish village under a horned moon.It is very tranquil! I recall Yeats!!I also think of Allingham's Poem about the changeling. Being between worlds is believable at this time of the year.In Cornwall we have the story of the Mermaid of Zennor who came from the sea to marry a local lad and then felt the call of the waves and could not remain. Autumn brings these images and feelings to mind. I have been lighting the woodstove for an hour or two each evening even though the days still have that balmy warmth .I love the drawing in and the urge to preserve summer memories like squirrels hiding their winter store and to tell stories of those who have left for other realms..