after the Twilight, said Princess Haiku

there is no more

eyes drawn towards light

The glowing light of the room pulled my eyes towards its mystery. Night had fallen suddenly, perhaps precociously as the earth tilts towards solstice. I listened to the tap tap of my own footsteps as I hurried home. Looking backwards I could see the faint shadows of the room's ghostly occupants.

A place perfect for a person like me thought, Princess Haiku and perhaps I will stop by for ink black tea, a tarot reading and an orange. What story do you see within the warm orb of the secret room?

Speaking of Solstice; it's time for me to listen to Loreena McKennitt's Book of Secrets.

a small artist says, Princess Haiku

the joy of a small artist at sunrise,
is the color that will seek new eyes.

Twilight blossoms, said Princess Haiku, in our dreams....

A wonderful article on truth and beauty.

It is near the hour of dawn and Aurore arises drenched in pink light

This exquisite photo was taken by Salix of Windy Willow. Her blog is always an enchantment.

an uncertain sky prevails

The sky reflects my own uncertainty. The wind changes direction and a perspective swirls into thin vapors. Tracings left behind are a ghost poets words. It takes practice to read them; signs and portents. What message do you read in these clouds?

My Twilight

I no longer live by the tree, where wild twilight illuminates the sky with bursting patinas of magenta, gold and amber, said Princess Haiku. What am I to do?