Winter Stew
Gathering slowly Earth welcomes the fallen leaves of autumn, golden brown in their descent. Summer’s harvest for winter stew, heated in the dark cauldron. I
Gathering slowly Earth welcomes the fallen leaves of autumn, golden brown in their descent. Summer’s harvest for winter stew, heated in the dark cauldron. I
Rain clouds pass over and Orion appears in the eastern sky, the first signal cold is near. I walk out on the wind whipped point
With gray skies and cold air the sun moves south on the horizon as autumn reaches into the islands. Settled into the stillness the lonely
Waves tear south under high winds, white caps and rollers stretch across the channel as gusts envelop the cabin like a ship on the sea.