On seasons and sacred space.
wheel of the year
Every Morning
A poem for your solitude. An original poem from Tell the Turning, with audio by my friend Lauren.
Die to the Old Year
Happy New Year. Here's a poem about death, kinda.
After this Vernal Equinox, Remember
Happy Spring, everybody. Or, if you're me, happy it's-almost-the-end-of-winter-but-not-quite-that's-at-Beltaine. ;)
Tara K. Shepersky 