Tag: fantasy

a wildflower on the table is as good as inviting the meadow into your home

nothing more than your kind attention for the gentlest of magic

the rain at last: a different kind of song

death’s old scythe catches the morning light

through the evening mist slower than your  slowest thought

old garden path smells sweeter when walked at twilight

tide call: grey waters rise as limbs raise sails

the old country road swells with pride as wildflowers take over

thousands of little rituals disguised as kindness

harvest altar: a hand shaped wooden bowl with incense lit beneath a luscious and wild tree