Of Love and Land Spirits

Courtesy Eric Wallen

  We, by the Lake Willow inclines her tasseled boughs towards the earth, but in the south, Oak is tasseled too, garlanded with Spanish Moss.  Sage-blue tufts drape over branches, gossamer ribbons adorning the shade-queen of the summerlands. Willow mourns, but at night, so too does Oak, a dirging dance of stillness, unnoticed steps through silver light seeping through clouded skies.A moon ago I sat under her cloaking branches with him, by the lake whose surface shimmered in slight … [Read more...]


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