Tag: solitude

finding nowhere

nowhere seems a good place to go - the sort of place where you could dip your feet in the creek and finally come up for air where the silver underbellies of leaves roll upwards to welcome the rain where the first creature I might … Continue reading finding nowhere

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advice to the weary

when air grows heavy and tired from too long falling, day's last birds will dive down and in rising, shake it out before them something, at least, is vibrant is the message beaten out by wings when you are lost, find stone that will hold … Continue reading advice to the weary

the afternoon after

the afternoon after arranges itself – black limbs, off-white shroud, the dark of the damp on the interrupted grain of the bench end where I’ve settled for solitude, for seeking the green among the gray the afternoon after © Sarah Whiteley