Whimsical

  • Sensible

    Shall I be sensible a moment? Oh, dying to live, dear dreary day. Let you find me twisted beautifully among the berry vines. Let you be the one to be sensible. Continue reading

  • Feathers

    She fled her body, to where the poets fly. Her heart lived in that place, an angel by night light. There were feathers on the wind of day, and music, like a lovers kiss, drifting. Oh, how she loved, there.… Continue reading

  • The Orchard

    As I sit quietly, alone, with the birds as my friends, I watch the orchard sway with the breeze and I ask myself: Is it the orchard, alone, I see? Or has the orchard become the miraculous creation of the… Continue reading

  • Flowers

    The flowers opened with the rooster’s crow and closed as the sun went down. Everyone called them weeds, and that’s what they were if you were someone other than me. Whatever their name, they woke and fell asleep with the… Continue reading

  • Goodbye Christopher Robin

    I cried and I smiled as the credits rolled, and I knew, in that moment, that I’d found another piece of home. The movie was ‘Goodbye Christopher Robin.’ And it was…really very beautiful, actually. How very different the world looks… Continue reading

  • To Live

    The wind will call and you will know. And it won’t tell you why, and it won’t tell you what but you will follow blindly, hopefully, until the sun peaks ’round the bend and the horizon dazzles in ways far… Continue reading

  • Tomorrow’s Rose

    How delicate it is, the garden of eternity. Interwoven; the past, present, future of our sleepy meadow, dear. One cannot possibly know how or what the wind of today will drift to the valley of tomorrow. One can only hope… Continue reading

  • Elf

    I just watched Lord of the rings, again; I’m certain I’ve missed my calling as an Elf. Twirling leaves, swaying, falling. Flowing gowns, floating on air. Softness. Romance. Light and trees. I’m certain I’ve missed my calling as an Elf.… Continue reading

  • The Wish

    It would be okay, I believe, If you were to make a wish and put it in your pocket. It would be okay, especially so, if the wish was sweet. For a wish made carefully is often much sweeter if… Continue reading

  • Little Light

    What colour shall I paint my sky? Soft-pink and grey: clouds of spun sugar, sweet dreams that drift me to life? Bring me a cool breath of clarity. Bring me a little light, and I will shine it, wherever I… Continue reading