Between the lines and through the lens…
New leaf climbs old tree- this ivy will not be held down is no direction, dynamic is the trail of this root now gleaming on the hallow wood. Sometimes empty centres are for holding hopeful hearts. Layers of leaves come like coats of zinc- a wrapping for these times were comfort is craved. Nature […]
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I remember you, growing older, how your skin adapted- as if it had grown in the garden on the branch of the rhododendron. Shiny it was, with lines that time had tempered into it, ever so carefully, like you tempered peace into our panic, stillness into our hast, serenity into our cacophony. The leaf, […]
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