The snowstorms and icy winds of the past week or so allowed Awen to flow:-
WINTER ENCHANTMENT – by Cliodna (Isla)
In the light of early morning
the snowflakes fall softly,
on ancient stones upon the heath.
Like a kiss upon your face
the flurry greets you,
caressing the cold cheek beneath.
The icy North wind blows
touching trembling lips,…[Read more]
