witheredfern:

This photo, I took at the end of 2015, seemed to have sparked a love for wildlife photography. I remember almost being late to a band rehearsal trying to get the little birds to cooperate but I have since learned that the best nature photographs are taken by surprise, walking to the mailbox on a fine August morning, or driving home from school in golden sunsets. I miss that summerlight everyday, but I love the fluffs of down feathers on little birds and cracking ash from chimneys burning through the top layer of snow all down the street and memories of red metal sleds skidding down iced paths.

lifeinpoetry:

If you let me stay,
I’ll let you cut your teeth on my heart

until it becomes a black forest beating
out of time, beating me out of this world.

— Vandana Khanna, from “The Goddess Shows Up Late for the End-of-the-World Party,” published in Tupelo Quarterly