Saturday, March 2, 2019




Hand woven rugs at a craft fair.  The weaver, a Navajo woman.  Her dark skin, barely wrinkled, yet she doesn’t appear too young.  Something about the way she moves, the steady calmness that comes with age and experience.  Her long black hair done in a braid down her back, like a thick rope, reaching below her waist.  With slender hands she weaves skeins of wool into motifs imagined and actual, garnered from ancestral traditions and folk lore.

a saguaro shadow– 

sunset colors stretch
across  desert sands

Contemporary Haibun Online


Magyar said...

The reader, is there. _m

Gillena Cox said...

Ah yes you took me there. A lovely scene. Just last week i ame across a post on Paint Party Friday where a there was this lady rafting 'Yarn Cakes'. Beautiful skeins of thread, knotted at specific places to produce painting like images.
Happy Sunday Adelaide


Adelaide said...

Thank you Gillena and Magyar. Happy sunday to you both.


Gillena Cox said...

more fun in the sun; i invite you to drop by
THEN MOON SMILED: a haiku fiction sequence

much love...

Sandy said...

This surely caught my interest! The story about the weaver as well. It is a whole different earth color palette out west.

I loved the S's!

Adelaide said...

Thank you, Sandy. Could use some of that southwest warmth right now.


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