The Turning
Mar. 18th, 2008 02:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wheatencrownSomehow the waiting is the worst part, standing at this tree where Kore said to wait. She watches and waits, soon oh so soon.
The ground almost cries out under her feet at her impatience as her hands bunch and twist within her dark sweater.
And then she's there, running across the grass and in her arms and there is no more darkness anymore.
It fades like the morning dew, leaving Mother and Daughter, Mother and Maiden, Spring and Earth, gold of wheat and brown of bark. She is home and all is well.
The ground almost cries out under her feet at her impatience as her hands bunch and twist within her dark sweater.
And then she's there, running across the grass and in her arms and there is no more darkness anymore.
It fades like the morning dew, leaving Mother and Daughter, Mother and Maiden, Spring and Earth, gold of wheat and brown of bark. She is home and all is well.
