Whispers of the Autumn Court
BY RACHEL SCHMIDT
You were afraid once. The unknown darkness overwhelmed you. Above all sense of truth you found in our words.
Eve of May
BY RACHEL SCHMIDT
The way it does for hawthorn blooms, A tender breeze beneath warm sun. Such joy abundant.
The Sun Bows
BY RACHEL SCHMIDT
The sun bows as paint vibrates across the canvas, creating a golden replication of its splendor.
Tree Spirit
BY RACHEL SCHMIDT
Your deep, secret wisdom, can only be heard by those willing to hear. Your appearance intrigued, shocked and amazed me.
Riding with the Hunt
BY RACHEL SCHMIDT
A lone whisper of a breeze blows past my ear: “You are one of us…Come and ride amongst our ranks…”
Return of the Wild Ones
BY RACHEL SCHMIDT
Stained in shades of bloody red and orange rust. The leaves drift down silently, beneath the squall of crows.
