The sage moss gently sways from host branches
The waxen magnolia leaves refract an amber light
The heady perfume from alabaster blossoms intoxicates
Meandering through the winding trails
Accosted by every shade of green
The brilliant and the pale
I begin to breathe again
Shafts of golden sunlight filter through the canopy of greens
A sliver of cerulean sea and azure sky
Are visible at the end of the jade tunnel
I take slow deep breaths
Soft ivory sand greets me
Diamonds float on the emerald sea
White sails on the horizon allude to contentment
My shoulders relax
I sit on the shore
Lace foam washes gently upon the champagne beach
As I perch on the edge of the solid and the yielding
my spirit finds peace in the solid
About the Creator
Melissa Faircloth
Immersion in nature while voraciously consuming fantastical fiction has created a mind where butterflies bring tidings and trees whisper ancient secrets to one another as they murmur and sway in the ancient breeze.
Poet~Fiction~Fantasy
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Birthday Surprise!
The last thing Mr. Jones expected from his assistant was a home baked chocolate cake for his birthday. It was beyond kind. It was so much more than he could have ever hoped for. He had, as of late, begun to feel badly for taking so much of his frustrations out on Erika. After all, she was a capable, hardworking, and intelligent assistant. Probably his best assistant that he had ever had. He would apologize, and perhaps he would get her a pair of tickets to her favorite opera. Yes, that would do perfectly. She loved the opera. Erika had left the cake on his desk, a complete surprise, and there was a card propped up next to it.
By Melissa Faircloth5 years ago in Fiction
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