Jane and I were discussing the source and destination of the wind this week, and I thought I would consult the Oracle.
Another collage from the archives. I seem to have an endless supply. And yet I always feel like I can never get anything done.
who breathes this wind?
a wild seed growing roots
from tendriled air—
winter deepens the moonforest path
between after and always,
following ancient secrets into spring
Also linking to earthweal open link weekend.