Outside the Fences
Moonlit shadows on the solstice, the forest alive with druid magic. Nearing midnight and barely dark I prowl the shoreline, the smell of sea and
Moonlit shadows on the solstice, the forest alive with druid magic. Nearing midnight and barely dark I prowl the shoreline, the smell of sea and
Rain clouds cover the nearby islands, the shapes of hills rounded in the dark of a moonless sea. The only sound a solitary seal within
Hummingbird thrums its wings inches from my head, startling me to alertness. Sparrows flutter to land on thin grass stalks, eagle crosses overhead on its
The past lies sleeping in the quiet earth as day unfurls on a still sea. To the evergreen and juniper the future will be, without