First appeared in Sky Island Journal, Spring 2018.

The time of year when thin ice skin forms on ponds and at the edges of rivers. Aquamarine shadows, the crisp rattle of dead reeds. Just beneath the icy veil small translucent bubbles form - the slowing gulps of a turtle falling to winter slumber or the mammoth breaths of sturgeon.
Photo: LH

Bone Stories - Linda H.Y. Hegland

Came across an old poem. I believe it is published in the Lothlorien Poetry Journal.

I write poetry, lyric essays, memoir, and ‘vignettes’. I would be interested in like-minded people.

This is my favourite- grown worn and soft over a couple of decades . . .

The sunrise out our window this morning . . .

A first post. The sky above my little farm in Nova Scotia.