Eliza Daley ~ Wordcraft & Musing on Home & Hope
The Hunter's Moon is full at 7:26am today. This is the last full moon of my calendar. In two weeks the annual lunar cycle begins anew with the Winter Sleep Moon. This is a time of reconciliation and reckoning. It is time to say goodbye to the growing season and to turn to the resting… Continue reading The Daily: 17 October 2024
i am out of my element this abundance of soppy green perplexes the rhythms are all wrong me with my down beat shovel when the local conductor still has the baton raised my biological clock reads time for peas and is confounded by snow yet the grass is leaping in the perennial bed where it… Continue reading green garden for a desert rat
(Winifred Mumbles) They say there were one million pates under that sunset once upon a time. I imagine only once. Because I can’t imagine that impossible clot of humans happening twice. They littered the valley with their aspirations. Plastic. Fading. Tired even in youth. I can see the echoes under the rainbow sky. Foundations poured… Continue reading Ozymandias and the Dreamers
It’s the Strawberry Moon. Strawberries ripen around the summer solstice. So with just a modestly sized strawberry patch, you can pick a pint or two a day this time of year. Strawberries are so easy to grow, so productive, so magical. And there is nothing for sale in the supermarket that comes close to a… Continue reading Strawberry Shortcake
A bit of desert dragon poetry for the last Tuesday in April. Because it seems a dragonish sort of time.
By My Solitary Hearth 