flower witches the winter is quiet, for them. but spring arrives, and settles, in the form of trees crowned in green and warm, alien breezes and - finally, finally - flowers pulling themselves up and out of the soil. it is time for them to bloom.
Be careful for the two sisters in the forest my aunt used to say. Even as a kid I never believed her. Now I wish I had. Walking through the forest I saw them. One was so fair it could steal a mans breath from him, while the other was terrifying and creepy all at the same time. I was frozen with fear, shock, or curiosity? I'm not sure. They started to walk towards me and I knew that from here on out my world would be full of pain and hurt. The last thing I saw was the sisters malicious smile.
“I know a 'face' where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.” William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream