#aching bones

I want to embrace the ancient knowledge of the dust, the dirt, the rain, the moss and the lichen.

I want to lay amongst the fae in friendly but wary silence as the rain drips onto the foliage above me.

I want to no longer feel fatigue in my bones and weariness in every breath.

Winter’s Burden

Winter’s burden Slumbering trees shoulder the weight of the heavy blankets of snowfall, aching bones creak and pop struggling to turn away from the bitter draft of the season.