There, beneath fallen feathers,
sheltered by brilliant cotton scraps,
dreaming behind forest faerie doors,
floating within tiny walnut-shell vessels–
her spirit sleeps.

Today I am writing as a guest on A Momma’s View

See you there…

We want so much to be individual, to be different.
We want love and respect. We want happiness and safety.
We want peace and tranquility and meaning and
warm coffee on a cold morning.
We are all different, but really, not so different after all.

sparkling greens and
magic sticks,
lost dreams,
impish tricks,
faerie wings and
amber leaves,
mighty sprites
and viney weaves,
mossy greys,
silver blues,
with tiny lemon rays
burst through