Thursday, 22 September 2016

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.

Coloured by the calling of owls,
Withdrawing into the sky,
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.