Tag: rewilding

stone rains

beyond pale bone pointing
carved within the fells
this cracked heart flinted
veined of moss
framed in lichen
feathered at grey & blue
here, i drink stone rains
here, i bathe in sweat
in steam's sharp relief

22 Apr 25

unsleeps

i have been twisting
bedsheets into ropes
in unsleep at nights
trying to untie my
soul from tinctures
of thorn and regret

some black stones
at the ocean and
under a beggar's
moon, hair flows
rivers as night
stars fall showers
razoring fingers
in the tweens

a barred owl
plays sentry in
lush trees
can i help but
come when called?

21 Apr 25

trinkets

we are carved
jagged of purpose
we are wraps
we are rags
we flint, we thorn
we tooth, we bone
suns twinned, southern low
cracked lips, nail broke
ragged

we winter in heart
waiting for blood

21 Apr 25

ever the stones

*Photo by Cornelia Munteanu on Unsplash*

there is a hollow in the center where
only the trees & ever the stones
know my name

blind, the trailhead of myrkr & mist
look to ancestors below your feet
recalling we are all related
spreading as spores & tendrils
on & on

remember november?
for the chill rains falling, i sheltered
at the hollow on the center where
only the trees & ever the stones
know my name

21 Apr 25

acceptance

dizzy for the ringing
we shambled to heartwood
sought our way to breathing
taking in the place where
we are already beautiful
if only we can shed skin
and cast off our rags
others have bound us
within

if trees accept us
as we are, can we
accept the trees?

20 Apr 25

in waiting

a path in the middle of a dark forest — *Photo by Wes Hicks on Unsplash*

silence of a forest in waiting
steel skies scarred spark & flint
here she comes raining & how
we celebrate her summer rains
drinking her in as she pours

19 Apr 25

Campfire Sessions — 13apr25
Photo by Ville Palmu on Unsplash
No campfires for me last night, I’d decided. Instead, I elected to wander away into the day that followed flame as I left the camp behind: Sun blazing on one side, Moon cool and pale on the other. Maple’s yellow leaves fell mystic around me, an autumn kind of sakura celebration lacking only the plum wine for the stream ran beside me, falling over stones and breaking white the reflection of the sky.
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13 Apr 25

for the best

we ford streams under
between rime and rust
between night and dusk
running red at golden fall
drawing our arctic under
crone days stained pale
unbroken strides between
ash, birch and thorn

checking maps, we see we
have lost the trail
and that, my friends,
might be for the best

13 Apr 25

back to sit

standing stones — *Photo by Suzanne Rushton on Unsplash*

somewhere along the path
i somehow lost my way
that was what
old craggy guy
was trying to say, just
get back to the sit...
an expert leading
by example

12 Apr 25

Campfire Sessions — 12apr25
Photo by Ville Palmu on Unsplash
Back to the campfire…
It the shadows and glow of the flickering ruddy flames, he looks gaunt, grey, and emaciated as he approaches and sits down. His hair, what remains on his taut pate, is a dirty white and as withered as he — scraggly, sparse and I can see more skin than hair.
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12 Apr 25