Tag: snow

idlewild

idlewild is how best I like to be empty days and diary pages kept full of wool-gathering dates appreciating a backwood space to amble and unscramble self from the frenzied crowd I have leaned long on broken fences commencing with daydream dawn chorals sorrel…

Swans down

Messengers from the hyperborean regions bearing winter on their backs they seek the South now bright beacons of beak pulse in whitewash formations carved from Icelandic births, theirs an arrow-headed arrival falling through clouds and dusting the landscape like snow wing beats and wild…

Cold feet

Oh! the times we’ve sat here enjoying the silence, sunshine and views over the aboretum. To plant a tree for every year of our being together, that was the plan, but instead I planted one in your memory. Now our special seat looks like…