burning rose petals releasing their spirits to the wind, dusty ash sleeping across the tin box smoke curls cleverly like glinting eyes of foxes Share this:FacebookTwitterGoogleLike this:Like Loading... tier cake seatbelts Categories: Poetry, Post A Day 2017Tags: A Year of Poetry, Foxes, magic, nature, Paganism, Poetry, postaday, roses, thoughts, Writing Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) w Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.