Foweles in þe frith
þe fisses in þe flod
And I mon waxe wod
sulch sorw I walke with
for beste of bon and blod
– 13th century song, anonymous

Birds in the wood and in the space between woods, fishes in the flowing waters, I feel I must go mad from mourning because I journey with such sorrow for the beasts of bone and blood. Gnarled boughs of white oak, sweet chestnut, hazel, and holly, blood-red rowan berries, spikes of blackthorn, a scattering of melancholy lilac petals, cade, and crushed lily of the valley.

 

Art by Drew Rausch!