**FYI ~ I moved all of the 50-word story posts to their own blog.**
Winged night flight,
breath-taking and bold.
I shiver, in the darkness,
witness
to a preternatural sight,
shimmering,
in the light of
a gilded harvest moon.
A golden gossamer dream
sweeps swiftly
across an indigo sky;
Gripping hope
in her tightly curled talons.
This means challenging my self to compassionate, encouraging, genuine and hostile-free exchanges. It also means contemplating my reaction to the thoughts, feelings and expressions of others, prior to acting upon them. 
3 comments:
Love it! So evocative. "gripping hope in her tightly curled talons" Amazing :)
*Picture me as Gomez Adam from The Adams Family Movie* you know the scene when the kids are in a play?
Braaaavo!!! Braaavisimo!!!
stunning-absolutely stunning
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