Found

**this piece was created from seasonal writing prompts provided through Danielle Dulsky’s Witches of the Word Coven at thehagschool.com

In my most haunted daydream, a ghost of summer steps out of the shadows cast over the longest day and she whispers, Remember…

In her wild, doe eyes I see my young self, the wandering creature I once was, the one I now call Lost.

To that handless maiden I used to be, I say, Never forget to keep searching for the others…

To this wiser mage I have become, the maiden says, Believe in me still. Believe there is a place for a gentle heart, a soul not battered, a place for small things to matter...

Together with the summer’s ghost, we sing.

A lost song, we sing into the late coming dusk.

A solstice song that begins with a fairytale not yet written, a melody made of birdsong, the buzzing of bees and the hum of dragonfly wings. A song we call Found…