Blue Haired Witch

The blue haired witch came into the valley with a blue moon. The wind changed directions when it sensed her arrival. Shadows grew bashful as her natural beauty materialized. Reverent wonder followed her footsteps into the forest. She is magnificent, the owls hooted to each other. It was no accident that she materialized in October. She exuded mystery in a frighteningly unfamiliar way. What will she do to us? The oaks and elms whispered. Their leaves twinkled into the wind, wondering also. The blue haired witch held up a finger. A good night to arrive. Bats flung themselves into a crevice of the old volcano. She is here, they tweeted to each other – our new mistress.