The Werewolf

the smiling silver disc hangs loftily above; spots of starlight peeking through; this night walking through the trees, the darkened path; footfalls soft at first, echoes down the darkened way; the beast’s hot breath upon my neck I run. keeping pace it howls claws reach…

The Silence

mountains starry dark skies shadows of night does beckon under the waterfalls it waits– silence. © Nicole Harlow (grenbisous)

The Dandelion

little cracks in the sidewalk at the end of the block where the feet trample by unseen a peek of color rising up basking in the evening glow © Nicole Harlow (grenbisous)