There are snowdrops in the sky, drooping their tiny heads in the dark. Some call them stars but to me they are flowers; snowdrops blooming in winter, light blossoming even in death.   Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019 Between the Trees UK Between the Trees US Signed copies on Etsy  Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay

Age 25

Last year began as the previous one ended - quite literally and in the sense I still had vast mountain ranges to climb. It’s a metaphor we use constantly but I couldn’t think of anything more apt; anything more deceptive than a mountain peak disappearing into the clouds. A few months into the year, I … Continue reading Age 25