Woven

In and out...
 the fingers fly
Rush woven baskets
and dust in the wind
Down the Red Road and back again
Cut the reeds and dry in the wind
Legends passed on
of Old Ones...never gone
who live in the hearts
...preserved forever
in the baskets art
In and out...in and out...
the fingers fly...
gifted and here is why...
and so it is written
...weave the spirit
with the flesh
and when the basket is done...
the two shall mesh...

©2007 Faye Sizemore

For Lynn Price…