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Baklava
 
La Madrugada
 
Oatmeal
 
August 4th
 
Where are you going?
 
Sunset Trail
 
Richie
 
Ancestral Crimes
 
Peaceful Here
 
First Day
 
Early Morning Prayers
 
Feline Wisdom
 
Yellow Canyons
 
Edge of the World
 
Grace
 

 
Silver Weaver 

She walks the inner
perimeter.

Counter clockwise.

Each silver thread
attached
precisely
at the corner.
The fabric of her
home stronger
with
each turn.

Morning’s golden
arch
lights
her brown
round
body.

She is
weaver
builder
home maker
hunter.

Steadily
she turns
the wheel of
time.
Silver tapestry
blows
in the morning
breeze.

Home and hearth,
hunting ground,
one.

 

 Diane Sherman