Shadorma 79👒 – Between the Worlds

Written by Carolyn Crossley VixenOfVerse

#Shadorma

Wind swirls the
few leaves that have
fallen from
the green leafed
tree. Summer humidity
clothes us in sweat beads.

Sitting in
the garden late at night
night, Molly 
climbs a tree, 
sharpens her 
claws, while Rio sleeps and dreams,
white whiskers twitching.

A breath of
air moves the tree's leaves.
They whisper
a refrain
from when ancestors sat by 
fires, storytelling.

I feel their
warmth, I hear their words
carried on
the warm wind.
In trance-like state between the
worlds they leave me, peace.

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