cuts the weaver

 

 

cuts the weaver sharp

one smooth stroke

bares wood

the weaver binds

and forms

 

a new beginning

 

 

lost

 I come this way often

a moment still

remembered

as a fragment of a distant dream

dancing 

in the gathering gloom

the sway of the filling crop
waves across the water
to the rhythm of drum-beat hooves 

lost

simple pleasures no. 9 - sandman

Despite my ever increasing years I still love a good comic/graphic novel and this is one of, if not the, very best.  Written by Neil Gaiman over a seven year period it features a family known as the Endless, the members of whom are Dream, Destiny, Death, Desire, Despair, Delirium and Destruction.

The books contain multiple over-lapping story arcs incorporating history, literature, mythology, philosophy and faith. If you haven't heard of 'Sandman' go take a look - it will blow your socks off!

she came

 she came

in 

autumn leaves

the fallen

colours

dreamed

and

matting

while

I

danced

in

this

precious

moment