Morning Breeze

there’s a dreamcatcher fluttering in the coolness sunlight in dancing bands across the rolling gold fields red clouds of rowan berries bobbing with their leaves as cotton wool sky clouds race across the blue the summer breeze whispers to me,...

Sunset

i am luscious and vibrant; a sunset red and purple and shining with glowing eyes and gold-tipped hair shining through the grey. the golden day is over, passing into night it can’t be brought back, but it will come again...