From the all-knowing Jar of Inspiration today’s prompt: Fairy Rain
Rain softly falls on my window pane as I stand here listening outside the sun is slowly waking the spider webs are glistening beads of rain shimmer in the morning light like the flutter of fairy wings tiny gems that vanish with the sun but for now I listen to the rain and watch the fairies dance
Winter flares are no fun, at all fatigue and fuddled thinking are a nuisance at the best of times and for me at least, holidays are NOT the best of times. I’m out of spoons and trying to do way to much. Slowing my roll, so I’ve been cavorting about on Canva again. Here is my latest doodad to remind me to deal with seasonal bluesy feelings in a positive (low spoons) way.
So, today I am stuck inside, windows closed, air filters running. The AQI (Air Quality Index) is a good deal higher than my safety zone allows due to forest fires. Sometimes I feel like I’ve spent my whole life running from fires *shrug* so today I’m feeling a little sorry for myself (stupid fires, grumble, grumble) and nothing lifts my little heart and soul like music. Here is my November playlist filled with songs of celebration and home.
Time for another reach into the dark recesses of my creative mind. When I looked at the picture prompt, all I saw was Gaia weeping, dark clouds of tears. OK could, possibly been influenced by listening to Blackmore’s Night lately.
On a craggy old clifftop there once grew an elegant tree her branches were strong but it wasn’t too long ‘ere they named her “The Olde Hanging Tree”
Time and again, they strung up a man on branches barren of leaves stumps twisted and dark it soon broke her heart innocent souls lost on The Olde Hanging Tree
One day they brought a young woman practicing witchcraft she had been seen despite her innocent cries they condemned her to die by a rope hung from The Olde Hangin’ Tree
They left her choking and dying there came a terrible sound the wind gave a scream there on the ground lay the last branch of The Olde Hangin’ Tree
Now the tree blooms brightly in springtime, as the girl dances Tree and wind sing their song branches covered with leaves and she named her “Grandmother Tree”