Tag: fiction

the evening mist settles with unearthly grace atop the hill home of furred gods

to each terror of the night I say: fly north and you’ll find death

the summer pond borrows its stillness from the moon

after dawn the old crow arrives with humanity’s greatest secret

without asking a sunbird blesses the doorway

go on and rage: a little thunder for the garden

don’t ovethink it: the seasons hide their oldest magic in the ordinary

the summer moon knows best: the quiet places to rest

just beneath the arched branch of birch a bundle of moonlight

bonfire smoke carries a little of home into the clouds