A Witch has been a walking in the fields in front of me,
Three Crows on a bough, and seven shadows in a row,
Cast by seven Poplar trees. In a little pool of water iced,
I hear the sounds of fairy bells. A Witch and Witches, one
And nine, flowers floating like singing birds, and precious,
Jewels, a hanging from the trees. But, when I spoke, like
A dream which vanishes in the light, so vanished were,
They, one and all. De La Mare’s Songs of Childhood, 1902
InHabited to be published March of 2017! A very Witchy Tale!
Pen & Paper 
I can not wait to read this book!
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Reblogged this on charles french words reading and writing and commented:
I am looking forward to reading this book! I hope everyone looks for it!
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Thank you so much Charles, that is so kind of you! 🙂
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Wow, great work on your blog, Karen. Love the October poem… :o)
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Kathy Lauren, thank you so much. Greatly appreciated and I am so thrilled that you like it. 🙂
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