If you want to be perfume, I’m making soup.

Taunted and I were

Storm of seeds and deed

A cottage in a well lit forest

Moss covered

Brooms by the staircase

Window shadows of the old towering oak

I’ll give the fire another log

Put my socks on

Feel warmth envelop like a fever

I am faerie creature

Who longs for dandelion tea

Milk and sugar please

Cake claimed a moan and giggle

If I could plant myself in your earth

Would you scold the water and joy out of me?

Your criticisms a freeze

Locked

Responses of jar lids and hurt feelings

I miss the whispers

I was a wonderful lavender field

I ran and listened and healed