A Friends Visit births a Poem

The Weaver Who Dyes  Flames of dye anoint Roving weft illuminates  What warp embodies                                                        You emerge from roots, berries, bark, leaves, grasping mounds of black walnut earth, saffron rags and wool Your indigo thoughts merge, forming circles of roving around stone You enter the stream of your loom: hand deftly pitches shuttle to hand, hands […]