The Dark Attic The Dark Attic The dark attic, the bearer of stillness…. The frost glazed, glass window hung high, etched by days of ice and wind… My windows are a looking mirror, into the seasons of the past. A summer storm, finds my love and I on cool board and quilt of down…a secret place. Autumn sunshine reaches long on cinnamon dust rays; exposing web and spider, the old letter and the broken chain of an old silver charm. A winter’s eve, the long awaited visitor returns collecting jeweled treasures of glass and wood; forgotten but not lost. A tree will shine with all its glory under the dark attic. Share this:TwitterFacebookMoreLinkedInRedditTumblrPinterestPocketTelegramWhatsAppSkypeEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related By Duskflyervisions This is a place you can choose to view or purchase, distinctive fine art paintings, archival photographs, heirloom, hand-painted and collectible egg ornaments, writings and books by Tommie Flannery Baskis © 2018 Duskflyer Vision Art & Productions. All Rights Reserved. View all of Duskflyervisions's posts.