TheGhostSiren

One brightly moon kissed night, a woman wandered out into her garden in the dead of winter with only a shawl and her white tulle dress with expectations and visions of spring flowers and morning dew floating about her mind. The garden was lush, with ivy leaves clinging to the filigree white fence and a spectrum of colors covered the ground. There were butterflies and bumble bees hugging and licking the blossoms and the sounds of birds and crickets chirping filled the air. The candle burnt out. It wasn't until her fingers were frozen to her candle holder that she realized it was all just a dream.