prettyflour

It’s in the blood. Sprinkled among the human elements is something other-worldly, something…magic. At birth there’s just a spark of it, nothing noticeable but as one grows so does that spark; manifesting in one's early adulthood. It’s not as scary or disconcerting as one might think…To them, it feels very natural and freeing. From her palm it rose White light shimmers, she begins Healing our bruised world

This winter’s not white Snowless frigid early nights Late January Shiver including winds howl Dreaming of an early Spring

One Spinning, fumbling Not falling, diving head first Down a haiku road Two Candle gutters out Shadows descend gracefully Flowing into dreams Three Ocean or desert Sprawling ripples in the sand Stretch out forever Four Human look-alike Cloaked in hunger and moonlight Ravenous tonight Five Gathering dead fall Picking a soundtrack for the Flames in the moonlight Six Another page turned Eyes sliding across the words Imagery abounds Seven My fire pit’s blessed Elementals haunt the flames Dancing til’ embers Eight Lovely aroma Chamomile blossoms slowly Hot tea warms my hands Nine Snowflakes and flowers Spider webs and honeycomb Nature's symmetry Ten Needles still green hued Not ready to burn quite yet Our old Christmas tree Eleven Feeling nostalgic Classic rock, eighties dance hits To nineties grunge rock Twelve Peculiar beauty Brightly hued and exotic My blooming orchids Thirteen Crystal Lake at night Horror doesn’t drown it floats Friday the