Crimson

Autumn is of letting go, returning to the ground in slow surrender. We rise, then fall, once green, now crimson, pouringĀ out to earth like the blood of the covenant. We wonder most in autumn if there is something beyond everything. Hold on as long as strength allows to flare into the charis wheel of burning […]

Dogged

October sharpens sunlight to a glint and obliges the eye to longer shadows. There is fire in the death of things and I am dry as dread. The hailstorms of August stripped chokecherry and currant bare of fruit. An injured deer is stalked by two young coyote. The liquored old man that lives across the […]