LauraMarissa

 Birch trees colored in gold, shrubs in soft browns, splashes of red and orange on other leafy trees. All framed by the evergreens that climbed up the dark mountain slopes. The rock was hinted purple in the angelic light.  A soft, cool wind blew through the trees, stirring up a shower of colored leaves. They twist, twirl and spin towards the ground again. A few land in a clear river that reflects the colors and blue sky. The river flows lazily and freely, carrying the leaves like little fairy boats. The river falls a few times over dams and smooth river stones.  The rich and warm landscape is covered in the clear blue sky and cut roughl

She keeps magic in her pockets tied to the strings of red woolen mittens and hidden deep in tiny shells - polished like sea glass the soft burr of color closing over her eyes as she gazes out at the dawn creeping coral and rose over the garden gate while the curl of fragrant tea steeps the morning into something ripe. She is a trickster and spins gold out of your bad dreams and secrets she keeps for you hidden in a garden that only blooms at midnight where she tells you stories of dragons and feeds you oranges and chocolate laid out on lace, and china plates collected from sandmen and angels who got caught in the rain and lost