Been searching the grove for fairies, but they disappeared during Jack Frost's arrival. They left their hallow trees full of forgotten trinkets–– lost thimbles, broken strings and scattered pixie dust. I trace secrets in the frosted bark and wait for their return, for winter to end; but I fear even time itself has frozen. Image from cottoncandyhair on Tumblr.
Stunning! You have a truly poetic soul, dove. Dreamy, magical, beautiful. x
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful, Camille. You have basically described how the winter (and other things) have made me feel. <3
ReplyDeleteFeeling similarly, but they will come again. They always do (we just have to look harder). Lovely as usual!
ReplyDeleteIf only time would freeze at the right moment... x
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