Or what grandpa said about fairy stories. Flowing ink and flowing words Never lead to things—untowards. Of course they don’t and never will What do you read to think they shall? Or do you think that talk of stars And rocket ships, and men on mars, And dragons breath on silver shield, And gallant souls… Read More Story Time
A simple bit of awe and wonder for your day. In the shining of the spring When all the world draws near And the dandelions sparkle Their simple welcome cheer. When leaves are now unfurling And all the world awakes A single breath of joy Is all the soul can take. When the dew shins… Read More Golden Trumpets
The darkness always comes, but the light always rises to defeat it no matter how long the night between. Fairies dance within the wood Guarding right and growing good, And when their wicked fall away The fairies mourn from dusk to day. In that mourning in the night The fallen come to bring the blight.… Read More Knight of the Fairy Wood
It has been a rough several years. If you hurt you are not broken. There is light and it is not an oncoming train. Let sorrow sing it’s burden From a weary wandering soul. As night pulls back the curtain On toil’s painful toll. Let grief have its moment And no longer hide the pain,… Read More Soul Night
Sometimes it’s fun to play with how the friendly fae might reward hard work. Silver pennies fall to willing hands Working for home in all the lands. When ever comes the break of day The work begins for those who stay. At night the fairies dance and feast And tend their guard to man and… Read More Silver Pennies
