flotsam of dreams
jetsam of philosophy & song
raven looks for the pattern that binds
beach stone to word to story
she builds a storyline
I have always been attracted to stones. They have a certain beauty in their shape, tone and texture. They have appeared many times in my stories and poems. This raven is new. She appeared last month in a writing exercise and she keeps coming back to me. In the real world I have seen her perched at the top of a spring greening tree, on the deep clovered hillside beside my house and flying overhead. It seems we have a relationship now.