First Advent 2nd December 2018 They shake their crowns Pine, spruce and fir Shiver under a grey blanket Incessant loss of blues The road becomes a river At homely hearth the wreath Laid out in cones and candles A tune from far and past Wells up beside a ladle A proclamation of advent See the … More First Advent
Tall she stands In a forest of locals Apart and yet a part . A palatinate pine Amongst north-western foliage I am, lightbound . You touch my feathers . . 8th June 2015 ©by Andrea Connolly
Visibly Under Canvas.