Faeries Among Us!

Just before dawn, a walk in the woods.

My senses are heightened, if only I could

Watch the wee faeries skip from tree to tree.

In the cloudy mist, I can almost see

Sparkling colors dancing in the sky.

But it fades away when I blink my eyes.

Just a trick of the light with the coming dawn.

There are no glowing pathways through the fog.

 But do I hear a tiny giggle or is it the wind?

I can’t hear when it ends or where it begins.

Just the echo of a whisper from a dream

Or the laughter of a gurgling stream.

Small birds and animals are chirping and chattering.

Why does it sound like ethereal voices singing?

Just a glimpse of color, a hint of a song.

Then the sun rises and I had it all wrong.

There are no faeries; the laughter is gone.

Faeries dwell among us!






Thanks to Everyone for Their Comments on the Cover, ANNIE’S STORY: BLESSED WITH A GIFT! (I didn’t select either one of them … This is the final!)

Annie lives in her own world. She talks to the animals and faeries. Quoted from ANNIE'S STORY: BLESSED WITH A GIFT--
Annie lives in her own world. She talks to the animals and faeries. Quoted from ANNIE’S STORY: BLESSED WITH A GIFT–“Annie is an enigma.”

I am so thankful and overwhelmed by the helpful comments and suggestions I received on my blog, facebook, LinkedIn, Twitter, and emails regarding the cover for my book, “Annie’s Story: Blessed With A Gift.” This has been a difficult task for me because in many ways, I am Annie. Therefore, I’m way too close to be objective.

This is a version of the very first cover and a dozen tries later I have come back to it because it shows what Annie sees and how her mind works.

From the FOREWORD:

“… Annie was mentally slow, stunted in growth, and lacking in social and emotional development… Annie couldn’t read or write, … but … was an incredible savant, reciting songs, rhymes, recipes, and medicinal incantations… She was a natural [telepathic and white light] healer, blessed with a special gift from the Spiritual Universe.”

Coming in early 2016, I will share precious Annie with all of you.

Deborah A. Bowman, author