Seeking the Rose

I miss you. Stopped to catch a breath.

Winter is coming. Darkness rolling in.

Wouldn’t you know it?

The narrow strand of light,…again…

Consumed by shadows, buried in shrouds.

The nightbird,…always teasing.

The owl,…silently watching

A lone dove seeking The Rose.


I found a moment, it is a good day.

Happy 13th, my pretties!

Wicked, I love that story. Elphaba, that’s me, green and all. Guess who I’m going to be this Halloween?

A Dusty Soul


Posted on October 13, 2006, in Attic. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

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