Close Information
The sun is but a gentle touch, and the cold is setting in
From within the liminal 1
From within the liminal 2
From within the liminal 3
Every sound a meaningful voice
At once forgotten and found
The last fiery dance of light
Adorned in honied light, the wood was alive
The still air was punctured by the raven’s call
Aglow with the surrendering light
Swathed in a palpable silence
With the passing sun, my mind began to drift
before the forest the river and the waning light of the winter sun
Darkness crept, as night drew near
Spring was only just awakening
... for it was not words that were sought
A memory of these woods, of silences
The moment the river's roar was felt
A curious stillness took hold
Knowing the shadows had more to say
The fog like a heavy silence weighted with secrets
Crooked with timeless patience
With ghostly pallor they persist
The small sharp song of the frost
Sometimes the night draws apace
A step within the cool embrace of shadows
As dawn cleared sleep from her eyes
Flecked in resplendant light
