15/9/16 A poem of beauty for beauty's sake
I sit down to create something pretty,
something made of light and air.
I imagine weaving bands of colour,
Reds into greens,
yellows into blues and pinks.
I can see the contrasts and complexities
in the warp and the weft.
The textures are deepest velvet
And smoothest silk.
And softest wool...
Baby skin and peach fuzz.
The feeling here is the rapt attention
of a toddler with a fantastic new storybook,
this is pure wonder and delight.
It is the sweetest kisses of a baby
and the embrace of your first born.