As I opened the book, I stared at the pages Suddenly panic stricken What was I supposed to write? What was I meant to share? I heard the rain tapping against the glass like woodpeckers wanting in I'm supposed to... Continue Reading →
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 →
Gypsy Aurora Musings 