Twisted Sisters
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Winter Tree
I love winter tree’s secret body. Listen, in the dark evening to its pure, sweet whisper. A sacred dusk song in a wild bee forest.
Read MoreBlessed Day
In this ancient stretch of earth our lives blink, moments, brief as the lace of snow. To have uncovered you, a jewel richly buried in shadowed soil, there growing, a watered fern, a river rock glowing soft in the ground, moonlight, soul sweet, passion-dark magic strong; your heart, an amulet, such power I can scarce [...]
Read MoreDarkness
I have always been a lover of darkness. This began in my childhood when I used to head for the little evergreen forest at the end of the farm pond, just as the sun was setting. The little forest offered cool dark shade, even during the heat of the brightest day. It was delicious to [...]
Read MoreWhispers
tilting Earth moves, inexorable, grinding slowly in her rhythmic journey around the Sun. shadows stretch slanted, low and long, calligraphy, inscribed of Autumn’s hand. a feather’s shaft pierces the ground and there stands, a sundial, marking hours of passion in sliding daylight. in the new darkness of morning we sleep. I am drawn, a rare [...]
Read MoreThe Lure of the Deep Forest
Her dark fingers reach through deep dreams and throw spiderling threads around our hearts – citybound far too long. The silk draws us close to Her green forested body. We desire the air that smells primal, like black earth – like rushing snowmelt – and banks chilled silver in evening’s last light. I dream again [...]
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