Letting In Light and Befriending Darkness
A Pileated Woodpecker Moved into the Sycamore Tree Outside My Window. Was it a dream? He with bright crest has come heralding the news: I am released from the curse of hunting the restless ones! Be banished perilous fools! But the question remains: Has being born of a father with riot blood bound me to a life of fulsome wandering? … Continue reading Letting In Light and Befriending Darkness
