The ocean, her only desire, to flow wild & free, with the rhythm of the moon
You are the flower,
Deserving of the loveliest sentiments,
Gently woven by the poet’s tongue 🌹
I am in awe of the rising sun; After all, it shows itself after the night sky, brimming with stars, and a moon, most bewitching
Where do whispered wishes go . . as they sail off on the wind, without form or direction; do you hear them crying out?
An update here:
I’m continuing to study folklore, with emphasis on Iceland, England, and Germany, from last summer’s travels. I’ve also been developing an interest in French, Japanese, and Dutch folklore, and hope to be able to explore these lands in person someday soon.
The storybook I’m working on, Nature’s Secrets, will be pairing stories with my photographs, illustrations from the places I’ve visited, and what I’ve learned of the folklore of the regions, surrounding the mysteries of nature.
While going through my photographs, this picture I took of Glastonbury Abbey inspired me to write a short story. I just wonder, when things come together for the storybook and I sort it out, whether this story will belong somewhere in the book. However it works out, I adore this picture and the short story it inspired was exciting to write. And somehow, a penny farthing has popped up in the story!
I remember the first time I saw your smile . . it was the light that guided me home. ✨💕