On Winter’s eve, especially one so cold, Roy is witness to unquestionable beauty. Even the branches glitter. He looks up. The moon hangs, swollen and ripe, perfectly placed within an inky sky. This must be Heaven. His mother’s words flit back and forth, “Moonrise, Blue Moon.” She wears an apron, hand stitched and patterned from […]
Read moreSuch a pretty tale you whisper In the honeyed middle of a night Of ships and sails, silver and gold While moon beams bathe the veiled dark We cast pearls upon the sea One for love and two for loss Three, for rumpled dreams Awakening to shaken rain Each word spoken, locked within. […]
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She whispered, “No one believes in magic. This is what stars are for. To convince us that we’re all believers in the night.” ~Annie
Read moreDarling, Cast your sorrow to the skies Angst for angels to gather Let the pieces fall gently back Blessed salvation for your tattered soul.
Read morePhoto Credit: unsplashed- Danielle Dobson Dawn stirs With a trust so gentle Her skirt, a whispered rustle Her presence, like an old friend To edge me back to morning New rain softens the window pane A drop fell on the Cherry tree Sent to kiss the earth And blur the memory of a […]
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