My Near Death Experience Arts and Thoughts

I wrote this many years ago and now, I’ll try to brush it up and polish it with love.

By BoJenn

Autumn Weaving; The Witchcraft  of Life, Dedicated to my mother, “Babe” MAP

Weave in and out skip two colors of dreams

Raise the level of forest green

now circle around the lights magic stream.

Yellows and oranges Parfait and red

perfect strands of marbled threads ~

Dashing there yonder up over Mars

bringing back a handful Stars ~

Wild horses charge Black stallions at night

Taming the dragon with beacons of light ~

Casting them into fortune and fame

Causing the wind

Making it bend.  

Polished

🍂 Autumn Weaving

The Witchcraft of Life

Dedicated to my mother, Babe

Weave in and out — skip two colors of dreams,

raise the hue of forest green.

Circle now around the light’s bright stream,

where yellows and oranges, parfait and red,

twine into perfect marbled thread.

~

Dashing there, yonder, far past Mars,

returning home with a handful of stars.

~

Wild horses charge, black stallions of night,

taming the dragon with beacons of light.

~

Casting their spells of fortune and flame,

summoning winds

and bending them tame.

“For you, my Mother, whose spirit weaves through every color of my dreams.”

RIP, I love you.

My Art

My Mother and Critters

She loved them and they loved her