In the midnight garden, the crickets jump and fairies dance and sing their little songs The raccoon rests on the toadstool dreaming his little dreams The stream bubbles along through Unaffected by night or day And the moon hangs low... Continue Reading →
When I stood in front of the open door I put my hand on the handle My knee jerk reaction was to slam it shut But I paused Why was I always shutting doors Why didn't I embrace my ever... Continue Reading →
I opened the box in front of me and discovered there was more to it than met the eye. Almost like an escape room, there were dark corners, little nooks and crannies to explore. I ran my fingers over the... Continue Reading →
There’s a small window in this room of oddities. It’s so dusty and dirty you can’t see to the outside. It doesn’t look like it’s been cleaned in months – or ever. I’m not sure where it would look out... Continue Reading →
There’s a small window in this room of oddities. It’s so dusty and dirty you can’t see to the outside. It doesn’t look like it’s been cleaned in months – or ever. I’m not sure where it would look out... Continue Reading →
Gypsy Aurora Musings 