Right around the corner is my ten year anniversary. My blogging anniversary ( Read more... )

Here in the sunrise,
oh webster, is where,
intense,
I hear the singing
in, and of, the loom.
The web of light
like fingers, the
fingers like a shuttle
and the shuttle like a
bird, dancing.
It all has meaning
we can make of it.

Judy Grahn

(in an attempt to cheer myself up)