Intricately woven baskets, made of
wild grasses, gathered from the hills where black bears graze in the summer haze --
(like a light-weight woolen blanket
faded in the fog of time's washing).
Weaving years into stories under
starry skies, celestial fires
burning in the brightness of our lives.
These artifacts remain, irrefragable - like the song of a bird echoing through a sunlit traceried vale - to our once being here -- passing through the pale.
Recently while packing up the house of a friend who had passed away I came across some beautiful old hand-crafted grass baskets, and some lovely old woolen blankets that have withstood the test of time, still vibrant and functional, as if they were made yesterday.
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