It may look as if the earth and her creatures have gone to sleep for winter, but during my travels through these autumnal landscapes I met many uncanny characters and they told me lots about their lives and the places they came from. I asked them where they were going, but they kept this a secret, they told me no-one was to know as it would spoil the magic of not knowing. Perhaps they don’t know it themselves…

She was a fading rose in an approaching winter
Surely she was going to sleep for a very long time
But where did she come from and what voices sing of her song?
(read her full story on my Patreon account)

“…I have a dress

of morning dew

drops wet my

soul my heart beats

as the Earth

rots and small deaths

sink into me,

I am born…”