Haunted Scenes

Haunted Scenes

Unicorns and Fairies

“Unicorns and Fairies are the playmates of Angels.”

"When the first baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a thousand pieces and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies. And now when every new baby is born its first laugh becomes a fairy." 

"Of all the legendary animals of art, folklore and literature, the Unicorn is the one with the greatest hold on our imaginations. Other fabulous beasts are clearly inventions, existing only in a mythical landscape of our own collective creation. But the Unicorn strikes us as more than imaginary. It seems possible, even probable - a creature so likely that it ought to exist." 

Guardians of the Night

Guardians of the Night

Trust in me my friend for I am
your comrade. I will protect you
with my last breath When all
others have left you And the
loneliness of the night closes
in, I will be at your side. 


Together we will conquer all
obstacles, And search out
those who might wish harm to
others. All I ask of you is
compassion, The caring touch
of your hands. It is for you that I
will unselfishly give my life And
spend my nights unrested.
Although our days together
May be marked by the passing
of the seasons Know that each
day at your side is my reward. 

Morning Mist

Morning Mist Geese

Its rudder runs through the morning grass
In its wake, the dew a sea of tranquility; 
Its early gray aura taps at window panes
As to Morse code a waking message; 
It challenges the walking sun with playful scorn 
Softly, all living creatures come to life; 
The hues on nature’s landscape unfold
Brush-stroked by a master’s hand; 
Nightlights are extinguished one-by-one
As the sun attempts to peer through the glass; 
It creates hidden shadows for the nocturnal
To the meek-eyed, a bargaining plea; 
Advancing, it covers the streams and the lakes
As to see its own-misted reflection; 
Its content to be obscurely good
As it lofts upon the mountains; 
The morning breeze blows a gentle wind as to challenge
Its soft touch dissipates the mourning mist – their differences reconciled. 
Robert Sheridan

Summer Daze

Summer Daze

Favorite place to spend my Summer, relaxing pool side.  

What's yours?

Sunset Getaway

Halloween

Holidays

Tranquility

Tranquility

Thanksgiving

Christmas

Autumn Colors

Vibrant Red

Vibrant Red

The bush was always a busy place to be, so many cardinals in all.  Flying back and forth, singing our songs all around and searching for a wide variety of seeds.  Surrounding the bush were these houses for all the birds where seeds could be found.  Beyond the houses were the windows which gave a huge reflection of the bush to us all. 

I was so lucky to have found him.  Many suitors had come and gone but none won my heart.  Then he arrived.  With his markings and that vibrant red, he stood out in the bush from all the other males. You could see him from far away.  The song we sung was one with melody as he would begin I would reply louder and longer.  He would bring such a variety of seeds then begin to feed them to me.  Oh what a magical time.

I loved the windows we had in our bush, until that day.  When the sun was at its brightest, usually at dusk, he fought the hardest to avoid his own reflection.  Very protective of me he would thwart off other males at the first sign of their bright red breasts.  On that day he saw that red breast and flew at him.  Only it was his reflection in the window.  

I didn’t hear his song instead I heard a loud crash of glass breaking.

There he lay in the snow, he was gone.

Time has gone by, each day I would look off to into the distance searching for his vibrant red colors, but I would see none.  The bush was silent at least to me it was, for there was no song for me to reply to. My heart mourned the loss.

Now I find myself overwhelmed with suitors once again.  Bringing me seeds and singing to me, but none will ever be him, my Vibrant Red.