with maple leaves & apricot threads
along the pattern drawn in my head-
a mash-up of seasons
pinched in circles
crinkled by moss & moonworts
there's a backstitch
to loop into,
brown as long tail of winter wheat
then scattered red as pomegranate seeds
what hardness i have is softened
what stiffness i have is uplifted
to the steady clacking of the needle plate
though the hemming is sloppy
and the binding a crooked line
i am
resilient as feed dogs,
threading & unseaming each patch
as i go along
my floral-spiked hair is loose bobbin
my feet the bias, popping with color
i ease into an
applique sutured in green
spring words leaping from my lips
sun's breath on my hair
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Come Sew With Me...Sort of, hosted by Lillian. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. Thanks for your visits and comments.
