“Tangle”
Tendril branches reach.
Suspended thickets swaying,
awaiting new growth.
Steve D
Tendril branches reach.
Suspended thickets swaying,
awaiting new growth.
Steve D
Selective harvest,
taking only what you need,
and the forest thrives.
Steve D
I already don’t like that strained analogy of a title, but we’re going with it unless I can think of something better. The writing part of my brain pretty reliably ebbs and flows between two points. Sometimes, all I can think about is the story in front of me and how I can bring it to fruition. Other times, all I can think of is all the stories except the one immediately in front of me.
I’ve been pretty heads-down on part 2 of The Herb Witch Tales the last few weeks, but recently, my mindset and thought process has started to shift. This is a natural phase for me, but it’s helped me come to a bigger realization about my writing. I need to focus more on the stories themselves. Continue reading “Seeing the Story Trees for the World-Building Forest”
Fledgling trees sprouted,
different root systems, nearby,
branches intertwined.
Steve D
A squirrel shifts above,
a white streak through the foliage —
and the chase is on!
Steve D
Would orchard branches
tangle if not groomed, in rows?
Somehow, I think not.
Steve D
Golden light dapples
through leaves green and brown, like a
patchwork canopy.
Steve D
The fields glow verdant
The forest breathes life unseen
As the veil descends
Steve D