Wisdom of the Crone

for mine will be the wisdom of the Crone * she who walks the hedge lines and liminal spaces with back bowed and bare feet rooted * custodian of the secrets of the earth she is at one with crooked trees and lurking spirits * gathering winter’s fears in forage she brews ancestral knowledge into … More Wisdom of the Crone

Winter’s Child

Winter’s Child He had to wait for winter to arrive. Or so they told him. The summer, they said, belonged to others. He had to wait for the air to turn chilly and the wind biting; for the frost to form on the trees. Only then would it be his time. But the summer seemed … More Winter’s Child

December 2016

During December I again photographed the meadow, wooded area and stream in my village for Cardinal Guzman’s Monthly Changing Seasons challenge. With the busyness of Christmas preparations, along with an unseasonably warm but drearily overcast month, I only managed a handful of visits to my favourite place, but luckily those few walks gave me plenty of pictures! … More December 2016

November 2016

During November, despite spending the majority of my time working on my NaNoWriMo novel, I still managed a few walks down the the wooded area, stream and meadow to take some photographs for Cardinal Guzman’s Changing Seasons monthly photo challenge. Don’t forget to click on the galleries for better views of the pictures. Come on in. Walk … More November 2016

Late Bloomer

willful late bloomer shrouded by chill apathy awaiting sun’s touch I had intended to share my November Changing Seasons post today, but, as it’s getting late here and it’s still not ready to go, I thought I’d share one of the pictures I took during November instead. The haiku was written in my notepad with somewhat frozen fingers while I was … More Late Bloomer

Dionysus Smiles

lord of wild spaces revelling in vibrant shades before frosts return I thought I’d take a little break from my NaNoWriMo writing to share a couple of photos and a haiku with you. These pictures were both taken in my sister’s garden – a fascinating area that’s full of little moss covered statues and odd … More Dionysus Smiles

From Winter

   From Winter Retreat, huddle down, as darkness creeps ever further over the barren landscape. Icicle fingers bind tight; hearts and minds joyless, fearful in Winter’s captivity. A flickering glimmer of light amidst shadow. Watch night retreat. A shaft of pale daylight dances across the pristine crystals clothing nature’s naked beauty. A jubilant laugh; a … More From Winter

Winter Sleep

    Winter Sleep Winter’s chill creeps and the urge to sleep engulfs nature’s domain, with earthen blankets overlaid with the softest of white coverlets concealing dormant heads, as life retreats from frosty air to await the sun’s return.  

Midwinter Child

Midwinter Child As winter strengthens its hold on the land, the light of the sun fades into oblivion’s void, endless night draining joy from the world. Hear the solstice bells chime as pale rays glimmer in a cloud-laden sky, a midwinter child, new-born, cradled in the Mother’s arms, a bearer of hope for future life. … More Midwinter Child