I am… I am but the star dust that tumbles I am but the twig that snaps beneath your umbels…

Archive for October, 2014

Tis Time!

Hushedly, the Witching Belle chimed near the great castle of Belvedere, Whispering her enchanted warning on the October wind, far and near~ Sounding  out to all the little  children, “ Please don’t pluck the plant people, my dears.” Lest, double, double toil and trouble, sliver’d in the moon’s eclipse you shall all disappear! Graphite drawing and Tolling by Anastasia Traina ~ 2014 ~

Hushedly, the Witching Belle chimed near the great castle of Belvedere,
Whispering her enchanted warning on the October wind, far and near~
Sounding out to all the little children, “ Please don’t pluck the plant people, my dears.”
Lest, double, double toil and trouble, sliver’d in the moon’s eclipse you shall all disappear!
Graphite drawing and Tolling by Anastasia Traina ~ 2014 ~


October

The morning’s light climbed with such a particular hue that  No rose-colored glasses were necessary that day. In the afternoon the whooshing sound of the blackbirds echoed a sweet song of comfort as they leafed in unison from one golden birch, to the next…  And in the pine scented evening, with only ghosts to keep one company  a shower of ladybugs was a most unexpected elation! Pen and Ink and thought by Anastasia Traina ~ 2014 ~

The morning’s light climbed with such a particular hue that
No rose-colored glasses were necessary that day.
In the afternoon the whooshing sound of the blackbirds echoed
a sweet song of comfort as they leafed in unison from one golden birch,
to the next…
And in the pine scented evening, with only ghosts to keep one company
a shower of ladybugs was a most unexpected elation!
Pen and Ink and thought by Anastasia Traina ~ 2014 ~