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