a glacial dream. peat dismembering in the flame. hung with feathers, words escape like raw poetry. a bear drum growls. yellow bones rattle from the henges. the valley breathless in heathered ambit. you imbibe the moment. scraped from the ice.
the velvet almanac entry 10
spring enters the world. faces open. the air like silk with birdsong. the dew liquid rainbow on moss. in the oak the sap rises like a river. the horses watch as we make art with cones.
the velvet almanac entry 13
would you like to write for the winged moon? we have a new theme for writing, photography and art. have a look at our website for all of our information. we look forward to read you.
until next week
Jai Michelle Louissen
Founder, EIC of The Winged Moon
I love to read your posts every time and I’m so honored you used my pics this time 💜💜💜