crag-heads

Updated: May 4, 2025

The light moved slowly upward; the trees, the crag-heads, melted into heaven; while the lower glen lay in lengths of shadow, in jade and amethyst. A whispering breeze sprang up, cool as the water sliding by. Strickland put up his fisherman's gear and moved homeward, down the stream. He had a very considerable way to go. The glen path, narrow and rough, went up and down, still following the water.

Mary Johnston - Foes