Rose of Sharon Collection: The Stroke of Midnight

Just a swish of the wand and feathers become a gown
Mice transform into stallions, ready to ride around the town
Step into the gourd, your coach awaits!
Come now, make haste, the hour’s getting late!
Time has a way of catching you at the ball. 
Magic fades, you see, like the colors of fall.
“But, can’t I have just a moment more?” You plead. 
“I know that soon things will become just as they were before. A dream that comes true today, tomorrow is happenstance…
So I’d like to linger here a little while, immersed in this gracious dance.” 

Photographed August, 2025