the hours away, slowly in the late afternoon.
Do you agree?
Even when you are tired........or things may be heavy
on your mind ........or heart.......
the stitches of colorful floss and the time
you have to say a prayer or sort out
the day's stress, while you stitch,
come through in such a beautiful way.
Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare,
And left the flushed print in a poppy there:
Like a yawn of fire from the grass it came,
And the fanning wind puffed it to flapping flame...
Wishing you comfort and peacefulness
as you stitch the day away.