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 ~
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 ~