In the “why am I inside today?” department:
Today’s weather turned at last to spring’s warmth
but I’d work to do inside the cool house.
I sewed pieces of fabric together
and thought: if I’d become a poet
I could have sat outside in the sunshine
with my moleskine and pencil and pen
tipping my head back so my face turns pink
and my mind is dazzled with light and words.
Instead I joined small triangles in strips
making the large flat fabric that I buy,
wash, slice into strips and pieces, and sew,
making it all one big flat thing again.
Spring comes every year about this time
but it can’t make me any crazier.
Love this can feel the joyful pinks and other colors etc.. We will wait the wonderful unveiling someday in the future.