End of Chapter 3,Into the Cold fire by Lynne Ewing

Book 5,Daughters

Stand still

Bend with the wind Feathers ruffle Waves roll along And waves roll along Empty Alone missing the soft skin Lips brushing mine Waves roll rippling breeze And waves roll by Alone has no location Culdron simmers Fairy Wicca Nature’s way Time ownes seasons Even time is never alone Feel of another’s palm Cuddling by aContinue reading “Stand still”