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Tag Archives: Mother Nature

Morning Mist

Once upon a gentle tide I chanced upon a morning mist The only place I’ve ever known and my heart sleeps beneath the waves…   Something hides beneath the shore Something lost and something found Drowning deep in a watery grave.

Winter’s Kiss

Winter’s kiss a whisper in the mist a gently frosted innocence…   Winter’s kiss The wind is your embrace Winter’s kiss Softly sparkling silver lips   Winter’s kiss a fleeting, floating feeling of wishing, wasting, wanting… The moment slips away before too long The forever now long-gone Evanescence of a winter’s kiss.

Ocean Grave

The waves break as her heart fades away Just like the sea and the sand and the stormy soft breach of the salt   She died for the love Of something she had never known…   The waves fly high over her head and heart, longing for things lost and gone The waves, sea, and […]

Faerie Hill

Stillborn, moonshine Don’t look back Soft and silent Buried underground   Gentle, starlight Say goodnight   Lost and all alone…   Faeries gather all around Never a house but forever a home Deep within the faerie hill…

Listen to the Rain

Listen to the rain It falls around us as teardrops in an ocean would Whispering secrets in a storm Cold, wet, and wistful Always wishing for more…   Listen to the rain Singing softly to the sky Sighs on the wind As daylight melts away Won’t you listen to the rain?

World Within a World

Eyes softly open Surrounded by trees gentle birdsongs.   My heart sings along to the rhythm of nature Walking feet play the beat   Secluded swing Hidden from view Lost to time amidst brambles and ivy covering the earthen floor.   Unseen beauty hangs deep in this calming place a world inside a world leads […]

Yes, Please…

“Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame.” —W. B. Yeats, The Land of Heart’s Desire

Storm Asunder

Left asunder by the storm I pick up the broken parts To rebuild again Is my only hope; only chance for survival.   I feel the magick in the air My fingertips tingle as I Step on wood, dampened by rain…   Cold, wet leaves upon the ground Winds whisper softly as I come to […]

Ataraxia

Soft Sweet Melancholy silence Letting me realize No impressions of sound Final quiet Before the storm Brews near   Gentle faerie music Hear their songs sung on the wind totum omnia as everything falls silent again.

Labyrinth Lost

In the soft fluttering whispering wind of the night The tree branches unfurl and begin to sing Rosebuds of crimson thought fall from the sky like rain The stars above in the navy-black sky Swirl round and round… Winged wood-elves Leading you into a labyrinth lost and growing you over with branches and moss.