storms gather above the treetops dark and swaying
alive with a story
The crows swirl and settle
swirl and settle
black snow thrown up from a bicycle tire
the first fat drops of rain fall cold and heavy
with foreboding or with promise
There Will Be More
the air is cool and thick
my hair stands up on my arms
as I gather the light into my hands
beyond the radius of my lantern the morning
grows darker still
a roll of thunder tumbles in my belly
an unknown animal stirring beneath the blanket
within my blazing circle
the shadows deepen
Queen of Elves 
So amazing and deep
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It tells me…..the dawn will always follow the darkness
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Very hopeful takeaway, I enjoy that
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The feeling I get when Winter is coming.
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So it’s not just me 🙂
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