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 […]