The Quilt
The seals on the rocks
Biting cold air with wind
and sun.
Put it together.
It will be a quilt
one stitch at a time.
One stitch at a time.
It's fabric becoming something.
It's thread going in and out
with the needle.
It's becoming something.
The maker, the quilter, will
soon move on to another project.
And all of this, the quilt is
separate from the quilter.
It is a quilt.
@Copyright 2009 LuAnn
Emily at the Lighthouse
There at the ocean, she chose to be.
A women of style,means,grace
but she hadn't started out that way
She began at 17 with a plan to
help her sister expecting a baby
in China, 1861. And Emily raised
Juliette, with her sister's unexpected
death.
Her jorney planned to China was not
about the adventure. It was always about
the task.
In the same way she began
her duties at the lighthouse.
It was all about the fabric
and not about the quilt.
@Copyright 2009 LuAnn
I put on a wool sweater
I put on a wool sweater
and a fleece over that
Went out for a winter walk
with my dog at my side
When it began to rain
I carried on along the way
And back inside and happy
to have carried on.
I gave the dog a biscuit
for a task well done.
@Copyright 2009 LuAnn
Sunday, December 6, 2009
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