Anthophilia

Sacrifice in the Bluetspastel on board16 x 20″ Snakes were long ago considered to embody the energy of the Goddess, […]

The wood thrushes have returned, embroidering the morning soundscape with their wavering flutesong and soft rattles. Dusk is a concert

There are patterns everywhere the trillium says to me, and I lean in closer, not entirely astonished by the connection, but

I wasn’t looking for wildflowers. Much less listening for them. No, I was careening through the forest on my mountain

The hawk sailed over the tangled crown of the oaks, then turned in a wide arc so that his underbelly