Hyacinth's Seancé Song O is it weed,or fish,or floating hair- A tress of golden hair A drowned maiden's hair, Above the nets at sea? They row'd her in across the rolling foam, The cruel crawling foam, The cruel hungry foam, To her grave beside the sea. Excerpt from A Drowned Maiden's Hair by Laura Amy Schlitz
The Fault in Our Snow Sometimes I wonder if snowflakes cry, Because before they can show their beauty,they melt away and die. Do they ever dream of a place so cold, They'll stay intact forever, and'll never have to go? Or do they come to terms with the fact that they're never meant to last; And just enjoy the sensation of falling, Until they get covered by the grass? Maybe they look forward, To be back in the sky someday. Perhaps their #life is so crushing and dull, They long for the chance to just melt away. I think we can all learn a lesson, From these frozen little drops in the sky. Perhaps #life is not about the amount of days you live, But how much you treasure every moment alive.