Trees and power lines are punctuated with birds, musically annotating the new season’s words, collecting feathers in all kinds of weather, hollow bones and loquacious song. They’ve carried it all winter long spring’s scent on their wings, essence of the vernal, hope of life eternal. Hope of life eternal, essence of the vernal, spring’s scent […]
Day: April 6, 2023
Cave
find me a comfy cave, not a damp one, i think,nor a dark one, or one of cold stone.i reject your cynicism, despiseyour privilege, coldness, wealth, all useless in my eyes.i would not choose them. I long to see through holes in rock the distant sky,in my home of precious dryness, precious rockadorned with fresh […]
writing in north norfolk 