Topsy turbie in the wind the dragon scales have sung again. Whistling wildly through the trees what breath has ignited this gentle breeze. What talons have sharpened the eves as the whispers haunt the soul. Ruffling your hair like a hurricane that drifts along the ocean’s caress. What wild blustering seasons have swept with the wings of flight? Which lands have been scorched by the plight of fire and fear? Upper and lower currents swivel and twist about the world’s curves and cervices. Spin round, up, down; out of control no silence to be found once thy flesh is graced by the presence of what can not be seen. The sun has fallen, night is calling for the prey of those who stray on the wind.
Published by N.K. Sterling
A sibling and daughter to some, a friend to others. As an artist , writer, and dreamer N.K Sterling spends days crafting new creations be it in painting or jewelry making or dabbling in many creative avenues in life from music to sewing has only made Sterling more inspired to keep trying new things. Enjoying a good book by the fire, or an adventurous outing with furry friends is always a go to for this expressive soul. Writing has been a passion since the age of twelve and the associate's degree in liberal arts has only help expand this creative mind for future endeavors while currently living in the southern USA. View more posts