Summer waits for the icicles to melt from the porch swing
Category: Poems
I remember
…your shout of glee, your sagging training pants and orange striped socks, joyful toddler leaping to daddy’s arms, flying across the open expanse between coffee table and couch without fear, without thought to falling, landing against daddy’s chest to bounce off and do it again and again and again, neither of you tiring until the… Continue reading I remember
Ode to March
It seems this year I do not know if the snow will ever go. In March it sits here like a brick (not a brick like “you’re a brick, Dick”), I mean a brick like bricks and mortar, the kind used in the Latin Quarter. Winter hard and cold and cruel will last until the… Continue reading Ode to March
On English Paper Piecing
I like to sew and quilt and do I love to learn things that are new I have joined a quilting bee (Actually, I did join three.) The We Be Learning on-line gals Stitch and sew with on-line pals And every month each one of six Adds a new block to the mix. January is… Continue reading On English Paper Piecing
Needles of Birch
Needles of birch, warmed by her hands, slipping loops over loops over loops