Sunday, October 30, 2011

Autumn, Interrupted...

There is something magical about autumn light. Pair it with the scents and colors of Fall, and everywhere you look, enchantment abounds. It is hard to stay indoors when Mother Nature wears such brilliant finery ~ I've been off in the wilds absorbing and harvesting beauty.

Yesterday, though, Mother Nature had something of a surprise up her sleeve. It snowed.

It was a full day of wet, heavy flakes and accumulation the likes of which I've never seen in October.

I suspect the trees and plants were also surprised.

Though the birds weren't bothered a bit.

Julius just tucked in, while I got out the boots and gloves.

I am remembering wool and hot chocolate and wishing for more Autumn!

In other news, I've also been busy preparing for my first Tribal dance performance. Back to the regular schedule of photos and fiction soon... 

Sunday, October 23, 2011

The Way the Wolf Woos

She knows better
Than to wear silk now,
Though the crimson cap
Is still a tradition.  He
Takes joy in toying with ribbons,
As he nibbles lightly

(The better to taste you)
Down her newly-bared neck.
Spellbound, she wonders
Not about granny (who
Lies abed elsewhere)
But why mother

Failed to tell her 
About any of this.
Claws tickle and tease
With utmost care
As he watches with joy
(The better to see you) her

Goose-bumped response.
And oh, the seduction
Of words! They
Drip from his tongue
Like a basket of goodies
Spilled out on the sheet;

Honey-tinged vowels,
Growls barely stifled, and
Consonants filled
With the promise of heat.
Such sweet delight found
When cheek to cheek,

Or head on chest,
Pulse beat rhythms and
Slick skin echoes,
All (the better to hear) him
Say, “Come closer child,
Let me tell you a story.”


* Figurine in photo created by Jim Shore

Friday, October 7, 2011

Today's Fairy Tale is Brought to You by the Guy in Overalls

Kudos to the farmer;
An unlikely, field-bound
Fairy Godmother (of sorts)
Who breeds his own brand
Of orange magic. Purveyor
Of a dream-smattered harvest,
Rife with promise
Of imminent transformation
For just a few pennies,
So now neither
Princess nor pauper
Will lose out on a dance
For want of a pumpkin.