Sometimes, no words are needed.
amidst familiar realities transformed into landscapes of unwelcoming frigidity, harmonize like a squirrel in the snow, drawing on autumnal bounties and memories of summers past, for soon icicles will melt away, freeing frozen dreams in Spring's long awaited thaw
view through a dream's ambiguous clarity visions conjured from yesteryear's depths unchanging necessities amidst the hubbub
wild energies flow channelled through fertile form the lord of the goats leaps in triumph leading the herd along paths of uncertainty
as society celebrates surface artifice masking ugliness beneath painted smiles pure hearts sculpted in gargoylesque form wither whilst awaiting their chance to fly
anticipation gathers in electric frissons on the air excited laughter mingling with the scents of pine needles and spices as children follow the white rabbit into a magical wonderland for a date not to be missed
fallen leaves lie scattered yesterday's doubts discarded insulating the seeds of hope through winter's long chill
You wend your way across the meadow's open expanse as the early sun casts its glow upon the toadstools and the tumbled leaves. The chill air catches at your throat as you breathe deep. Negativity disperses with the puther of each expelled breath...
gain insight in ascent awakening emotions stultified by society's strictures * gain closure in descent revisiting issues locked within subconscious crypts * gain wisdom with each step overcoming life's adversities so true joy can be found
cross the white bridge transitioning from autumnal dreams into the bleak reality of shadow-cast days awakening to discover the wisdom of the winter crone
joyous laughter echoes over the lake's expanse as small feet kick tumbled leaves into riotous disarray * lakeside memories of chill air nipping at unmuffled skin whilst safely enclosed in loving arms with ducks to feed
see reality mirrored in reflections on the water a semblance of the otherworld glimpsed through the lake's portal with a change of perspective truth is revealed I took a walk around Hartsholme Lake yesterday. The reflections on the water were lovely.
horseshoes clatter metal pealing against cobblestones in a chiming of bells as dreamlike figures ghost by a cavalcade of spirits messengers from the past bearing warning from a time of division and strife for those who care to listen This week's photo was taken at an English Civil War reenactment in my home town of... Continue Reading →
Newly shorn, the meadow lies bare now under the October sun, the golden trim giving accent to the surround of autumnal trees. The air holds a bitter nip that the early light is hesitant to dispel, but the clear sky promises pleasant hours ahead - a welcome change from the wet, windy and overcast days... Continue Reading →
descend into the earth and find shelter within tangled mycelium warmed by a blanket of fallen leaves and dirt whilst earthworms coil amidst encapsulated dreams of sunlight's return * sleep in peaceful slumber untouched by the Crone's icy tears by the crystalline frosts and bitter snowfalls as she mourns her fallen consort and awaits the turning... Continue Reading →
you have two options or so they tell you * door one or door two two ways to enter their boxes to enter four walls constructed from preconceptions and stereotypes two ways to enter four walls designed to hold you bound in their lies * or you could simply choose to keep on walking
the flame sways in meditative radiance * remembering days filled with laughter amidst autumnal golds and browns * breathing air thick with scents of damp earth and ripe berries and rotting plants and sugarbeet * a small hand held within age-gnarled fingers frog wellies stomping through fallen leaves * days now circled beneath the wheel gone... Continue Reading →
Small Comforts Cara dropped onto her bed, tugging the blanket over her shoulders as weariness pinned her to the mattress. Sleep soon began to smother her thoughts. She welcomed its oblivion after the backbreaking work of the day. The voice of the new girl jolted her back to awareness. She was tempted to respond -... Continue Reading →