Its wings unraveled without witness.



Finding the beauty perched on the windowsill; she was mesmerized by its wings of gold with stripes of brilliant black leading to a touch of scarlet and blue.



“I’m sorry you were born in January, this is not the right time for you, is it?” she said sorrowfully to the delicate creature.



An unexpected houseguest that typically might have shown up in June, she offered it orange slices and sugar water.



Wings fluttered… Continue

She picked up the downy, reddish tipped feather off of the frosty earth.

Examining it in her right palm, it will never weigh any amount.



The air at rest mimicked the two hundred year old magnolia tree that bowed before her.

This feather is not for keeping she understood, and with lips pursed she blew ever so softly, imagining it dancing gracefully back to the land.



Not this feather.



Flying without its bird, swaying with sun trimmed edges, it… Continue

Twelve golden elephants tiptoed into my living room.



Joining them, I sat down on my velvety, cobalt couch that dips in the middle from my bunny having plucked out the cotton stuffing.



“Now miss,” the first elephant spoke, the one with the royal magenta scarf, “When are you going to stop worrying?”



But before I could answer, the second elephant wearing a taffeta tutu with violets intricately stitched around the waist gently nudged him, “The question is honey,”… Continue

Sharp tongued and intuitive, “I’m not your baby anymore!” she warned me.
She is breaking away, the way a twelve year old instinctively does.
Her slight, lingering limbs are graceful as determination satiates every bone.
She carries on as a dictator, her past life spirit clutching firm to its former self.
Desire pulls her far from me, as she chants “We are nothing alike.”
I understand, I am nothing like my mother, except she reminds me often that I am.