by Bela Johnson | Aug 5, 2019 | #writephoto, dreaming, nature, pagan, poetry, Uncategorized
Gaze long enough into the mist and forms appear, a figure, two, fairy folk, the hag, an angel, as if the barge to Avalon had never faded far into memory; Look without looking, summon with your heart wide open and perhaps they will come, hestitant at first, trusting no...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 26, 2018 | dreaming, nature, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized
I see you, Sister Moon, as you skitter across metal rooftops, bathing the landscape in your pale silvery frost, calling me up and out of fretful sleeplessness, leaving me now to wonder on which coast I lie, memories of chill mornings, stoking wood fires, perpetually...
