the smell of chocolate rising from the kitchen
splattered all over the walls and floor
i love christmas
and its my birthday tomorrow yay
i'm not sure what my plans are yet but maybe a little snowball fight with the creation of snow angels
then a relaxing drink in the cosy pub with some friends
before we tuck ourselves up in bed and wait for santas visit

1.

many christmas wishes to you all!!

been terribly busy sorry haven't blogged 

catching up with friends over cups and tea and cake, red wine and dark chocolate

feeling very festive and loving

haven't finished this yet but this is my next attempt of illustrating my writing

many christmas wishes to you all

much snow angel love

i am no artist, nor have any skills with the flick of a pen

but i've decieded to make some of my writings into a collection

and as i have no illustrator i decieded to give it a whirl myself

this is my first attempt

my skanner messed up some colours and details 

but hey ho

its crawling up inside of me 

like ice freezing that last drop of dew on the long sleek grass

it closes up every hopeful loving organ

that exists in myself

everything becomes tinted with a darkened mist

that slowly drapes itself around my every ora

my eyes glaze with an everlasting tear

whilst the birds around flutter back to safety

i'm starting to regret

oh regret

all i can do is regret 

is loneliness the only answer now?

1.

down down down they float
white drops from heaven
so elegant as they fall to the earth
sprinkling beauty evenly over life

cold icy cheeks tinged the pink of the setting sun
our knitted fingers entwined
snowflakes delicately fall upon our tranquil eyelashes
as we watch those red robins hop excitedly around our snow slushed boots
leaving small black imprints in the glittering ice around
the sweet smell of gingerbreads and pine needles escape from the illuminated doorway
the warm glow of the crackling firewood sending a moving flicker of yellow light to warm the heart of the woods surrounding

let us wander in and warm our holey socks whilst we gaze into each others twinkling eyes

getting into the christmas spirit since i've been back
spent most of my days curled up in bed watching films or wrapped up in the kitchen baking christmas treats for everyone
my entertainment for this afternoon are a batch of warm gingerbread cakes
they look delightful
all pictures were found on weheartit
many winter wishes to all of my readers

there is goes
a flitter of silver against the dark
the graceful dance of the firebird amongst the ever growing pine tree
cold shaking hands reach out
blinded fingers left to grope the empty space
but
hope is just a flicker in the black of the hopeful night


save yourself
save them

please my dearest of the red skies remember
that soul of yours is as free as it chooses
do not let the evils invade you with the slightest breath
nor the hesitant flicker of an eye lid

keep your prettiest blues fixed upon those who dance amongst the tall green grasses
their light feet like lovers to the warm moist ground beneath
golden hair entangles with the glittering flowers of freedom
whilst white dresses of innocence catch the rays of the last burning sun
glowing like the fire flies of the deepest night

please my darling remember a soul is as free as you wish
no man, nor spirit may take that
only yourself can destroy those fire flies in the deepest night

sorry haven't written i so long
i have returned home yesterday
and weeped
weeped
and weeped
and then laughed and realised i need to get on with my life
every second is mine