Dreamcatcher

Dreamcatcher

A thin willow branch curved into a halo, smooth and perfectly rounded, suspended high above the ground.

There was a time when the frame was a bright red hue. Now it has faded to a pale pink.

A pair of feathered tassels decorated with tiny colorful beading, hanging from the bottom of the circlet, dancing carelessly in the slow breeze.

There was a time when a tiny chiming bell hung from the tassels. Now it has disappeared.

An intricate thread of gossamer twisting and entwining, creating a delicately patterned web spreading over the wide empty surface.

There was a time when the careful webbing was taut and firm. Now it sags with age.

An obscure magnificence radiates from it. It is the glowing sun emitting an unseen strength, And those who see its light feel its power.

There was a time when it was revered and mystical. Now it is a common trinket.

But as long as there are believers Its magic will never fade.

Dreamcatcher Reflection