It’s in the blood. Sprinkled among the human elements is something other-worldly, something…magic. At birth there’s just a spark of it, nothing noticeable but as one grows so does that spark; manifesting in one's early adulthood. It’s not as scary or disconcerting as one might think…To them, it feels very natural and freeing. From her palm it rose White light shimmers, she begins Healing our bruised world
One Spinning, fumbling Not falling, diving head first Down a haiku road Two Candle gutters out Shadows descend gracefully Flowing into dreams Three Ocean or desert Sprawling ripples in the sand Stretch out forever Four Human look-alike Cloaked in hunger and moonlight Ravenous tonight Five Gathering dead fall Picking a soundtrack for the Flames in the moonlight Six Another page turned Eyes sliding across the words Imagery abounds Seven My fire pit’s blessed Elementals haunt the flames Dancing til’ embers Eight Lovely aroma Chamomile blossoms slowly Hot tea warms my hands Nine Snowflakes and flowers Spider webs and honeycomb Nature's symmetry Ten Needles still green hued Not ready to burn quite yet Our old Christmas tree Eleven Feeling nostalgic Classic rock, eighties dance hits To nineties grunge rock Twelve Peculiar beauty Brightly hued and exotic My blooming orchids Thirteen Crystal Lake at night Horror doesn’t drown it floats Friday the
One Spinning, fumbling Not falling, diving head first Down a haiku road Two Candle gutters out Shadows descend gracefully Flowing into dreams Three Ocean or desert Sprawling ripples in the sand Stretch out forever Four Human look-alike Cloaked in hunger and moonlight Ravenous tonight Five Gathering dead fall Picking a soundtrack for the Flames in the moonlight Six Another page turned Eyes sliding across the words Imagery abounds Seven My fire pit’s blessed Elementals haunt the flames Dancing til’ embers Eight Lovely aroma Chamomile blossoms slowly Hot tea warms my hands Nine Snowflakes and flowers Spider webs and honeycomb Nature's symmetry Ten Needles still green hued Not ready to burn quite yet Our old Christmas tree Eleven Feeling nostalgic Classic rock, eighties dance hits To nineties grunge rock Twelve Peculiar beauty Brightly hued and exotic My blooming orchids Thirteen Crystal Lake at night Horror doesn’t drown it floats Friday the
Traveling afar Through meadows and mossy bogs Ghostly lights appear Utterly awestruck Stepping further in the gloom Following blindly Like wisps of cool fire Unearthly and alluring Dream-like in the night Glimmering beacon A flash of gossamer wings And it’s dark again
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something to smile about
Nobody noticed the creeping phlox
as it bloomed in petals of periwinkle,
the lively myrtles were ignored in a rising wave of
panic!
Loud and swift, it descended upon us,
doors closing,
lights going out...
I am cautious.
I am careful.
I delight in the crocus's popping up,
bringing a little color
to this kind of somber time.
I dream of the cherry trees flowering,
of the smell of lilacs
and the forsythia beaming all sunny.
I take a deep breath and don't panic.
I won't let this overshadow the beauty of Spring.
We walked beside the duckpond, mother and I, as we made our way through the woods. Spring had turned everything green and lush, the bees stirring and the water shimmering- glistening in the sunshine. The morning chill had burned off while we walked through forest and fields. I danced my way up to the top of hill, grinning as the Angel Oak came into sight across the valley. I looked back at my mother and she nodded, waving me off. Smiling, I sprinted to the edge and dove into the air.
I could hear mother’s laughter as I spread my wings and soared above the treetops. A few moments later I saw her from the corner of my eye- flying behind m
The thaw has begun
dew drops replace morning frost
sunlight soft yet strong
Warmth slowly trickles
Spring's verdant breath encircles
nature's creations
Budding flowers wake
to be reborn in blossoms
sweet scented and bright
Earth's colors blushing
glorious growth surrounds us
lush flowering life
Parting was an awakening then a curse,
but I knew, evermore, that Winterfell would stand.
Fantasies replaced by realities and war
but I knew, faithfully, that Winterfell would stand.
Blackened and broken, pieces have fallen,
then I woke, from being naive, could it always stand?
The night was dark and full of great beasts
creatures of legend reborn, taking their own stand.
The dead, they rise and walk throughout the night
and as the daylight wanes, does Winterfell still stand?
The wolf and the dragon, their armies unite
taking charge together, for us all they take a stand.
Fire and blood is not enough, nor is his sacrifice,
he will do h
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