At dusk, she works her way into the heart
Of a wind-tilted tree
Bracing her feelers as flesh falls away to bone
Securing to sylvan self
Tag: Nature
Little Sparta
Among the stones, inscriptions For drowned ships and fallen leaders, Stands of alder and of birch The frozen souls of … More
Otter
In honour of this liquid creature / Who twists between worlds / Blending shadow and light
Exchange
Cool and clear / Their voices curve / Through the night air
Winterfold
We walk in / Over water-creases / Across snow-fields
Skyelight
The white houses that hug the hillside by day / Are set adrift in an inverted world by night / Floating, tilted on the lip of the sea
Flocked
Their optical illusion / Acquires depth / And governs minds
Wild raspberry gin
I miss your joy / At tasting the first fruit of each season