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in alignment, ceremony, light and dark, reflection, season | Permalink
Winter sky casts a pink glow
on old cloth rolled,
resting and not bragging.
in Becoming more or less, Cloth is like self, color, how it might happen, old cloth, old sky, pink, reflection, rest, season | Permalink
October goes along.
Pieces of me Fall away. The ones no longer needed. I understand that a little bit more each autumn.
October's cloth goes along. In sympathy but not needing to know why. Today I managed to weave a leaf from nine scraps of self.
Just a little thing. But depends how you look at it.
in autumn, Becoming more or less, little things, looking, natural order, nine lives patch, reflection, scraps of self, season, seeing through things, sense, Small Journeys series, sympathetic evolution, through, weaving | Permalink