Weaving dreamcatchers

I am not a poetry person. Words, I love, and the last line of this poem is embroidered on my mind.

He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven

 by William Butler Yeats

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Caged bird, with friends outside. SpirulinO dreaming of flight. The friends outside dreaming of mozzarella,  and food, which doesn’t have to be foraged for. It is just, delivered, manna from heaven. And behind bars ... we would be safe from that cat, who lurks in the shadows.

Bare branches of our ash trees lit up with Christmas baubles. Red bishops were just turning colour mid-July, a week later in full spectacular TWO tones of red, fired up with black. The older males add orange on their backs, to set off the youthful crimson. Poor ash tree, you wouldn't think a flock of little birds weighs much. But, altogether now, one two three, and the ash tree bough makes a deep bow of obeisance. Whoomph!

 Last November

Visitors at our front door, get tied up, watching our weaver birds tying knots.

And weaving their nests. We have both the Cape Weaver, mostly yellow, and the Masked Weaver, with his black face.  Sparrows, weavers and bishops in our mixed flock, are all part of one zoological family. But while the weavers and bishops have tangled personal lives, to match their elaborately woven nests, the sparrows prefer a nuclear family.

Pencil and Leaf has been working on the sparrow’s nest. Follow the story to Mr Sparrow leaning over the wall and yelling at the neighbours. And to close, a new blog, Stacy's Microcosm from Albuquerque in New Mexico - because she uses words with grace and charm, and there are birds ... Fools-gold


October brings Baby-forest-and-earthworms-at-Org-de-Rac
  

Pictures by Jurg and Diana, words by Diana of Elephant's Eye