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"The trees spoke to us, as their branches danced in the wind. Cool rain covered us then, and I was grateful that I could still feel that at least, if nothing else. Together we drifted through the trees as they sang, “You are going home, home to stay forever and always. Darlings, you have made it. Meet with the wizard, cat, and owl. They will show you the way.”
With their branches, they pushed us towards the great old Elm that had helped us journey once before. It seemed to glow and to welcome us to lay in the leaves before it with our bags tumbling at our sides. Edgar and I sat before the tree, looking through its branches, while the starlit sky bled through and the rain extinguished any trace of nervousness or fright.
You are now ready to go home, Aleka and Edgar. I will help you make the journey - never fear.
“Am I already dead?” I asked, feeling foolish to even ask such a thing.
As you pass through the door, your human body will expire on Earth. You are going to a special afterlife dimension created by a wizard. His name is Zeferaus. Wysteria is a gentle world composed of memories, and sometimes, dreams.
The tree fell silent, and a deliciously cool breeze swept a gentle hand across my skin and through my hair. I felt warm arms wrap around me, and smelled a soft afternoon tinged well with rain. Mother Earth bade me goodbye before Edgar and I passed through the moon door in the tree
as we did once before."
---A passage from Chapter seven of Beneath Rain and Stars, Book Three in The Hidden World of Wysteria Series by Owl Willows
#fantasy #romance #newage #gothic #cemeteries #poetic #animals#wizards #nature

Halloween Poem Free Write

Halloween Poem Free Write

by Owl Willows

Though we grow older and fade

as the trees around us fall prey

to aging as the years slowly pass us by

Still we can enjoy the gray that autumn brings

In a cold cemetery somewhere,  lovers hold hands beneath

a cold gray sky while singed leaves fall from our

friends the trees

For one month, one night the haunting is ours

while children eat candy and adults intoxicate themselves

we can enjoy wandering around a dark graveyard

if we see a spirit or two of course we'll say hello

Skeletons usually hide in mausoleums

but tonight we can delight in the exhilaration of fright.

The Weather is Finally Changing (Poem by Owl Willows)

The Weather is Finally Changing 

The weather is finally changing
and my heart has long missed the autumnal
wind and rain
I met with it today after so long,
as it brushed through 
my hair to say hello
The wind cooled my quaking heart,
torrid after summer's hell
to take my hand and lead me into
a world of rain and willows
Long had this world seemed so far away
Yet as I passed beneath rain clouds
and into my favorite cemetery
the fiery trees remembered me.

It was the crows who sang their
old songs on stones from long ago
My heart they recalled
for even though my body had aged another year
my love never changed 
Even though someday I will fade like the sunset
turns to night
like summer into autumn
into winter

The weather is finally changing
bringing hope and days to make memories
so dear.
Each year is a gift, so never shed a tear.

Written by Owl Willows
Copyright 2018

On Writing With Graveyards in Mind

Since I was about twelve, I have felt very drawn to graveyards and so I wandered through them. Well, mainly one and sometimes two. The first rested at the end of our street, and it was full of historic graves and fascinating yet expired people. I remember how tall the trees stood, and how when daylight bled through them they cast shadows on the ground. The cawing of crows seemed ever present, and I spent countless hours alone slowly wandering through graves and leaves that rested aimlessly on the ground. There was something about their aimlessness that inspired me. They were okay to just do what they wished throughout their existence. And of course they were only leaves, yet everything in The Universe has its purpose.
Wandering through cemeteries inspired inner quiet for my troubled heart. I never fit it with other kids, and later adults, and family issues remained to prevail. For my twenty nine years on this Earth I feel as though much ground has been covered. I have tried so many things, but what I succeed at is writing stories which grow from my heart of memories and inspiration in cemeteries, rain, music, and oddities such as true love and kindness. From all these things, my characters Edgar and Aleka were created.
They are true weirdos who love each other on the basis of who they are deep inside, what they have in common, and the kindred spirits they find in each other. Their attraction is whole hearted and unique, and it has nothing to do with modern socialization. Edgar and Aleka belong together always, but they also belong to the rain, the clouds, the sky, and the joy that lives within all of us.
Creating Edgar and Aleka and the worlds they inhabit, both internal and external, left me with a sense of relief because I was sharing two halves of my personality, and the world which lives within me. There is none of the harshness of our modern world, but true kindness towards each other and all who they meet. 
In my own way I am sharing my rainy days with you, my graveyard wanderings, the music which runs through my heart, and my dreams.
I fear that's it for now. I will return soon with further ramblings or updates on my book, Beneath Rain and Stars.