Darkened skies slice with a roar, Spirits howling through their hollowed core. Winds of sage, cleansing the air, Rosemary lingers—remembrance laid bare. Thyme in the rubble, courage reborn, The storm reshapes the battle-worn.
Tempest of an Awakening
Wings Unfurled
He ripped the wings off the little butterfly, Expecting her to wither and die. Instead, she cocooned in sticky goo, A deep rest she was long overdue.
Of Timeless Whispers and Borrowed Strength
If for a lingering moment I could talk with a mighty oak tree; A weathered sentinel, an ancient descent Of time's unfurling tapestry.
my letters from beyond the fire 