The Warp and Weft

  

Being shown the path

As mirrored reflections,

Crossing lines

Taking my own way.

  

Finding byways through

Unconscious patterns

Weaving lines

Being warp & weft.

Evening

Coloured by the calling of owls,

Light

Withdrawing into the sky,

Summer

At the cusp of transformation.

So we slip

To the point of change

As if we too the gathering cool air

Flowing through

The darkening bracken.

Beneath the earth

Swallowed whole by the Mother.

Here resting in quiet

Simply observing death of light .

Then with dawn

Comes renewal of form.