birch & raven

This new year dawned, for me, not bright and shiny, making me squint against the light and promise and hope But foggy and grey. Shrouded. Dim, to some. Bleary. Disheartened. But as I paused in the descending dusk (not even supper time yet in these parts) I felt it. The promises that grow in darkness, wrapped up in damp Waiting for the right time to emerge. Winter is not a time of death. It has […]