Yew And The Heart Of Darkness

Dragon, Bear, Orion, the Eye of the Goddess, Melt Down and a Star Seer.

Dear Hearts

The first proper hard frost came and with it the death of the last flowers. All is silent. My breath steams. I am like a dragon prowling the land swathed in plumes of smoke. My breath condenses into words never spoken, thoughts never birthed, actions never taken. The oaks are golden sentinels o’er looking the final disrobing of the trees afte…