whimsy – Poetic Meanderings

The Child

… Poetry and Hums aren’t things which you get, they’re things which get you. And all you can do is to go where they can find you.” —A.A. Milne She waits in the shadows, timid and quiet, imaginative, but when I encounter a bright daisy, walk past a welcoming willow, gaze into a beckoning blueContinue reading “The Child”

Imagine

…because when you are imagining, you might as well imagine something worth while…” ― L.M. Montgomery We have walked by this same corner along this same trek so many times before, but today it became whimsical when a little friend seemed to pause and look back before going up a winding staircase, and so our Continue reading “Imagine”

Chasing Stardust

She lost herself in thought, the way she had in childhood, chasing stardust and a trail of flowers to a land of green hills and open sky, a place she visits anytime she has a minute to wander past a river to a garden where she and her butterfly friends attend a picnic under theContinue reading “Chasing Stardust”