Witch and Werewolf live
deep in the woods and leave only
when the moon's right.

She's thirty-two years
younger than I, but her wise, old
eyes make me shy.

Just as I picked up 
the bags of groceries I 
felt like a mother.

He's always so glad 
to see her and when he's happy 
his face turns red.

You must fight the 
power with love, not anger. It's 
the only way.

The sun is shining,
but it is of no comfort.
Some days are like that.

I saw her heart break
a little as she looked into
his cool, blue eyes.

A witch's work is
never done for the moon  
rises again tomorrow.

The light in her eyes
sparkled brighter than anyone 
else in the room.

He was content 
shouting at the clouds, dirty and
laying in the sun.

I was teaching my
child to tie her shoe and I 
recalled tying mine.

Something quite witty.
A quiet, simple giggle.
A moment they shared.

He chased me through
my nightmares and into my
daydreams and I'm so tired.

I kicked up my boots
and drank a glass of sun tea while 
the autumn sun shined.

While I do not fear 
you, Death, I forbid you to
knock upon my door.

I dreamt it nights

ago just to relive it again

in the sunlight.

oh to be the small 
spider and build your home
wherever you like it

When I have bad dreams
it's always the same him chasing 
me every time.

The spiders spun the 
most glorious webs under
the full moon last night.

The golden leaves fall
from the trees, lay in the earth,
and sleep the long sleep.