Tag: creative writing

hidden in a pocket of night: the dance of small folk in rain

a promise: the summer sea blows a gentle breeze to the forest’s edge

between the summer moon and silver tide an ancient magic begins

gentle dreams of wandering in a wildflower prairie

the small one points at the sky and the star lingers a little while longer to watch her smile

humble hillsides hide dark clouds and winter’s breath for a warm night

the softness of your face translated by the music of dawn

the summer crow finishes night’s song

never merely existing the stone path understands its purpose

simply knowing when to sow and when to wait