To celebrate the coming of spring, I tried something new - making jelly from flower infusions...
Auguries – a poem
about the birds in my yard - a poem of spring.
The Seeds of New Love Still Sleep…
the buds have started showing on the trees and the afternoon sun has an undercurrent of warmth that wasn't there before...for me, winter still holds the earth firmly in hand...
That Old Farmhouse – a poem
A poem reminiscing about cold childhood mornings and the warmth of the wood stove.
Their Ancient Song – a poem
A poem written with a syllable pattern of 5-7-5-7-7...for all the pagan souls who have lost the voice to sing.