Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Even after all her explorations and adventures, the Celestine was her true north. Above the drifting isles and amidst the clouds, serene gardens that couldn’t be touched by wind or marred by rain, illustrious and divine, where she could bend her head and work until mended, broken things found their own ways back home.
“Hello little ones,” she whispered as she entered the latest enclosure, formed to resemble the Grotto. Overhanging branches accompanied by massive, seemingly hollow trees, formed a significant alteration, tucking away the little snakes needing to be assuaged.
On wings they came, sauntering out of holes in the towering timber, some ranging outward in a slow, dismal haze, their feathers barely fluttering, or simply not at all. She came to meet them at the base of the wood, settling herself amidst the grass, placing her basket down. “Let’s see what we have for you today,” and leaving Mittens to guard the gate, she began to take out herbal balms from the container.
“Hello little ones,” she whispered as she entered the latest enclosure, formed to resemble the Grotto. Overhanging branches accompanied by massive, seemingly hollow trees, formed a significant alteration, tucking away the little snakes needing to be assuaged.
On wings they came, sauntering out of holes in the towering timber, some ranging outward in a slow, dismal haze, their feathers barely fluttering, or simply not at all. She came to meet them at the base of the wood, settling herself amidst the grass, placing her basket down. “Let’s see what we have for you today,” and leaving Mittens to guard the gate, she began to take out herbal balms from the container.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
