The Wolf

TT 12.7

The wolf stood staring at the cottage. Lavender had lived there alone since her grandmother’s disappearance. The wolf appeared each evening like it was checking on her. Finally, Lavender went out to the wolf. She met the sapphire blue eyes, “Grandmother?” she whispered.

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For Kat’s Twittering Tales # 113

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Wounded

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For Dark Netizen’s  Wacky Weekend Challenge # 4 – Shower

Wounded

Solanj stood in the shower watching the red water sluicing off her body, blood rinsing down the drain. Blood, her blood. Well, not all her’s but still, it was enough. Solanj reached for the anti-bacterial soap and winced at the hot pain in her shoulder. Continue reading “Wounded”

Lady of Summer

Many thanks to Kira’s Sunday Scribbles,  for such an evocative prompt.

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Lady of Summer

Long has she walked her path, the lady of summer
Her bright bounce faded into fall, as clouds gathered
and she lengthens her stride reaching for the fading sun.
Her legs like quaking aspens, shiver with the strain
detritus of the seasons trail behind her like a ragged banner
But demon winter grabs a hold and never does let go
Until at last the lady sleeps, twixt icicles and snow.

Till next time ~Peace ~JPP

The Deer, My Love and I

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Photo credit Kiras Sunday Scribbles

A poem for Kiras Sunday Scribbles and FOWC – trail because, sometimes the greatest joy lies in not knowing where you’re going or why.

The Deer, My Love and I

We walk the trail with spirits,
the deer, my love and I.
We wind along the mountain
and reach the summit’s height.
I hold my offering toward the sky
and breathing deep with joy, I sigh.
For the joy of never knowing why.
We walk with nature’s spirits
the deer, my love and I.

Till next time ~Peace ~JPP