The Autumn Hours~

The twilight’s mist slowly stirs as it encroaches upon the fields, like a multitude of spirits lost among the autumn hours. The hours where the shadows of late afternoon invade, lingering upon the light’s warmth and solace; as shadow dances with the light, setting a whirlwind of falling leaves aglow with color of scarlet and…

The Autumn Carnival

By Tommie Flannery Baskis © June 21, 2023 The outlying storm clouds were black as cinder; filled with a soft glow that throbbed light from time to time. The breeze felt electrified and frigid since the windstorm passed through. I walk the remote county lane past Jacob’s cornfields. The fields rustle gently as a breeze…

A Summer’s Moment ~

The Cicada buzz mounts to a vibratory fury and descends swift, as I watch the mist settle upon the summer fields. Bull thistle has gone to seed among the barn; white flurries dance, softly, upon the electric aether, before the approaching storm. I wander a lush and timeless countryside, where feathery mimosa trees blossom in their…

A Child of the Shadows Dwells between Two Places; In the ‘Age of Man’ and ‘Beyond the Veil’

This child is born, unto a time, where Angels cast their light upon the path that must be taken. During the winter solstice, snow drifts softly like cinders from the heavens; melting upon the songs of the Dark-eyed Junco and Nuthatch; that carry the secrets of the forest, upon their moonlit wings. This child of…

We are like Secrets Unfolding unto the Light

She always collected flowers in the forest for her potions, in late afternoon~ Wild plants, with burning hues that glow in the dusty hollow, where the wingless live and have been silent for so long. I see the wild things fly around her like moths attracted to flame. I watched her from a hidden place…

The Lost Town in Marrowbone Forest

By ~ Tommie Flannery Baskis and Duskflyer Vison Art & Productions © October 2021 I remember our Marrowbone Town in the way a child sees enchantment in the familiar, as streams of smoke and light stir among the large Yellow Poplars and Locust trees in the moments of dusk. We would pass through the desolate,…

The Dance in the Doorway in Feather Bed Hollow

11:11 PM, every night was known as the 137th moment. The entire town knew to offer up one special thought from something that had happened that day. We would focus upon the thought secretly, holding it with deep intention and blessing.

As we aged, all children became very skilled and powerful at being ‘Dream Seers’, for the good of all.

The Watcher in Winter ~

I can feel his power as a Watcher, all those hours in time, to reach beyond the looking glass; to find me…to move me; beyond my dreams. He speaks to me; his voice resonating like waves upon a mighty storm at sea. “My name resides in a place before your time was set. I am…

A Child of the Shadows Dwells between Two Places;

In the ‘Age of Man’ and ‘Beyond the Veil’ This child is born, unto a time, where Angels cast their light upon the path that must be taken. During the winter solstice, snow drifts softly like cinders from the heavens; melting upon the songs of the Dark-eyed Junco and Nuthatch; that carry the secrets of…

~Lady of the Woods~

Lady of the Woods Shimmering ashes and silvered cloth, draped long, flowing behind her, like a slow fog whispering over the forest path to adorn the lady of the woods. As the sun lies down before her, a glory of mist, in the heavens; to form the very breath of Angels of the winter land.…