#snowy tower

[waxsteals]

HIS SAINTS ARE SCATTERED IN THE DARK GRASS

[lemurs-lionsmanes]

Again, as a boy, his chapel is the wild places, his saints are scattered in the dark grass. The scent of fox, his swinging incense, an ivy tangle his high arch. Nettles bed his raw knees, peat has smoked his cloak. Alive, alive in the greenness of things.

Martin Shaw, 'Snowy Tower: Parzival and the Wet, Black Branch of Language'

[quarkmaster]

Snowy Tower by Sergey_Zabelin