Whispers of Faeries

“Hush, quiet makes them come,”I whispered to my daughter, Kelsey.She looked up, bathed in sun.4 years old, bright red hair; she’s a wee faerie! The standing stones, tucked away.The time was right; planets set, providing the edge!I had waited years for this day.Bringing Kelsey to Scotland, her heritage. A gray cloud floated by.In shadow, wispContinue reading “Whispers of Faeries”