Sun Quilts Day
Quilting day is painful
Paparazzi snapping flash lights into my only good eye
I gather cotton to stitch the wonders of blue
My other eye waits
winks at you later tonight
when indigo curtain opens
and the silver screen brightens
Wind kept chasing me
moving my golden thread
my mood may change if
he keeps it up
while Trees shake and laugh
balance trees your Sun Salutations
are going to be hard to do without my handy work.
Threading day to open daisy wide
is a gift-given to me by Mother Nature
aka Green Woman
I release my feathered hair
bleeding light to gently
tickle my family awake
first the song birds
next peepers and beetles.
My thoughts tumble into gathered batting
like convo bubbles
secret messages of
purple haze and crystal blue persuasion
for poets n' artists.
Steel wings glide around me-daily
seam allowances have been made
like dandelions blowing in the wind
I make a wish
someone please tell me- my seams are uniform.
Watch for surprises as I love
to add Fat Quarters
Remember I am bias!
My attempt with Kerry's prompt-
The ascribing of human traits or feelings to inanimate nature for eloquent effect, especially feelings in sympathy with those expressed or experienced by the writer, as a "cruel wind," a "pitiless storm".
I will return to read and comment! I am off to x-ray. I torqued my wrist lifting too many plastic bags and I heard a snap. (My neighbor chases me when I arrive home and I hurry in the house to avoid her.) She only speaks to me when she needs heavy lifting and I can't do it-so I run. I have tried to tell her-augh!