Have you ever noticed that plants do indeed speak? They have discourse. This endive you see in the image I’ve added to the post… Well, it established a language for itself by the haphazard shape of its roots, its tubers force themselves through the earth while expanding there or thither: at the same time earth…
Tag: Forest
Wood-Grouse
A simple shepherd, sleeping under the drooping branches of firs with his small flock snuggled tightly around him to warm their bodies up. At one moment he seems to wake up from his rest, his star-dimmed eyes survey the surroundings and then his gaze tilts upward towards the branches of the tree that arches over…
Lament to a Dryad
A dirge so heartfelt, wistful sigh for a land of dreams… Among untouched woods carrying fresh myrrh of the resin. Untouched the deer and wolf rest picture-like, preserved in a glace of nostalgia, a nostalgia for a time never experienced, inexplicable yearning for nowhere. A stern wind rolls over my chest, carrying away my wishes….