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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams

Converge is the title of the Weekly Photo Challenge and here you have it … all sorts of natural lines converging on a crisp November day in my village.  The river is La Tarentaine and I think she has the feel of a golden cloth as she drapes herself over the wier.  Hence the quote from Yeats.  Who I love unconditionally.


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.