Annalise Wellman

Kiss me when you’re sober Not when the nights almost over I want you to remember the way I gazed into your eyes And leaned towards with an absent mind And the way I said your name Before your lips touched mine ~Annalise

Mystic fern field, Cress freckled gully, Crystal circle chanting hymns, Twirling sugar maples dancing within. Daffodils face, hands strike seven Barefoot on the mossy hill, Following the stars to find the moon, Quaffing the indigo empyrean, Dripping through the dusty hammock, Dowsing the day fire in violet mist Queen Mab’s kiss to the dying day…

Dear friend, I hope this letter finds you well. Often times I find it hard to sit down and write, especially these days. It seems as though so much is changing and it is sometimes hard to keep up. With school and life it pains me that I have less and less time to write.…

There’s something in the air, A cinnamon glow, An oaken grove, Whispering, rustling. Can it be, Tales of a season’s past, A talisman found in campfire ash? They tell of long lost rituals fading as the Earth freezes. Sssh… They lull soft and smooth, As the breeze cools, knowing it must settle soon.   -Annalise…

Here lies a home with the familiar fade of history worth a thousand days. And in the wind through rusted arbors of palms and pine, dwindles hints of oak tree and thyme. Their leafy canopies stare at relics of the past That have since turned to ash, and in the warm ring of laughter’s old…

I know this post is slightly belated, but WOW, I cannot believe this site is already 2 years old. Thank you all so so so much for all your love and support. I appreciate it very much. Love, Annalise Wellman

Honey trickles through the oak blinds Rolling mellifluously, dripping on the cotton and leather, Dusting the glass table with golden pollen And the daffodils with syrupy sun Oh, how it rolls the lake in a bourbon rug As earthly orbs sip drunkenly before the long slumber. ~Annalise