What a beautiful post, Bethany! You capture the lure of the stillness and the cold. I love the promise in the squirreled hazelnut. As a member of the messy, imperfect, pinny-clad family, I rejoice that there is such a gifted poet and recorder of our times among us!
Gorgeous post, Bethany. I just binge-read a few of yours after several weeks off Substack. Lovely! Goodness I love how you write about winter and grief: "It is also an absence: without light, without heat, stripped of leaves, devoid of life. It grabs our face in both hands and asks us to reckon with the things we outrun."
What a beautiful post, Bethany! You capture the lure of the stillness and the cold. I love the promise in the squirreled hazelnut. As a member of the messy, imperfect, pinny-clad family, I rejoice that there is such a gifted poet and recorder of our times among us!
Gorgeous post, Bethany. I just binge-read a few of yours after several weeks off Substack. Lovely! Goodness I love how you write about winter and grief: "It is also an absence: without light, without heat, stripped of leaves, devoid of life. It grabs our face in both hands and asks us to reckon with the things we outrun."