Thursday, 4 October 2012

Ethereal October

 



 


























maidens gaily trip ...

where faeries secretly sit ...

she forages, berries, whose 'blood' stains her cheeks red as cherries ...

I forage, something old now something new ...

that waits to be filled with sweet nectar promise of that something blue ...

and my boy his spirit shone so when his friend Gwen came to tea ...

a joy to behold their playful fluidity, their ease and delight in each others company ...

asleep in my bed and my arms he did fall ...

so much that is sacred, grateful for one and all.




love and light X

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