-Art David Hayward Solace lingers in pine trees along a ridge swaying to the music the moonlight makes as it enters the atmosphere -Paige Stewart Advertisements Continue reading
Tag Archives: nature poetry
time’s pressed flowers
As Time’s pressed flowers we were bound in her layers of sediment a kind of kept memory the earth wanted forever so that one day as she opened up her secret love affairs slipped out from between the pages of her diary. this one and that… as she heals her history of love is revealed … Continue reading
we were wild once
I dreamt we were wild once I saw us running the steeps We felt the wind, the way it only feels to the free things We knew it’s secret name, and how to call it to us how it came outpacing us and lifting us up and up. We were flying then, the wind pulling … Continue reading
Perched on a Season
Seek for me at dawn find me perched on a season I am spruce needles, coarse bark and the copper scent of rain drenched red clay I am the silence in which all of this unfolds Paige Stewart Photo Credit: Anna Jones Continue reading
