Tag Archives: Winter
Winter Winds
Sixty-four degrees Surf through the trees Winds of the Anemoi.
Love!
What a sky! The Legions of Boreas, the north winds of the Anemoi, have set up camp planting an arctic flag in our formerly-soft grounds. The air, so cold you can taste it, chiseled at my cheeks as I gazed … Continue reading
Christmas Crescent
Christmas crescent. Christmas present. Earthshine! . . . More wonders: On the Valley Trail, heading down, the sycamores held the last light of dusk. Upon return they held the first light of Luna; her dim, new waxing crescent. Rory and … Continue reading
Lacrima Christi
What a sky! The north winds of Boreas rolled all night like thunder. Rory romped in the cold air flecked with snow flurries. The choir of trees hummed a bass chorus with each passing gust, the crowns of the canopy … Continue reading