Bonnie’s Pond

I can feel her in side me slowly uncurling like a cat infront of the fire. She lays dorment throught the winter months and I forget that shes even there till those first few days of spring when the sun for the first time in ages is warm enough to not only fall on my skin but to actually warm right the way through me. Bit by bit she wakes moveing and spreding from within corsing down my arms creating a tingle in my hands and before I know It I’m danceing in the sun beams, pulling weeds from the garden and throwing my arms are the necks the of stunned and bewilded mortals I twirl, pick flowers and throw my head laugh for no other reason than to hear the sound.

My Nimph is back