Eliza Daley ~ Wordcraft & Musing on Home & Hope
Winter is sloppy this year. None of that pristine white softening the earth. No rosy dawn over snow-mantled cedars. No crystalline days of cerulean skies and sunlight glinting from icy boughs. No silver moonrise over snowy hills. No lacework snowflakes falling on frozen rivers. No, nothing so solid as that. It's been perpetually damp under… Continue reading The Daily: 16 January 2024
i came across a forgotten sugar bush craggy boles as wide as doors to another time bark cracking and sap-dampened with abandoned tap-holes writing jagged lines layers of leaf mould counted more than my years and heartwood ringed older than human endeavors on this inhospitable hillside primordial mother trees these and all about each grand… Continue reading the lesser species
By My Solitary Hearth 