Call it grace, mistake; twilight happenstance that winter. A Saturday. Deep in the muskeg, bitter, colder than lake ice, your apple cheeks burning bright, fevered, pled for shelter. Warm hut, rabbit stew, dream weaver’s healing, honey tea, sipped tenderness. Entwined, wrapped in fur on stones near fire; moon’s shadow dance. You lingered ’til Spring. On […]

Word Garden Word List #13 (Gordon Lightfoot) and dVerse Poetics