And there by the fire
while the snow outside whirled and danced,
while the woodwinds played their song,
and while onlookers watched,
She sat, though hands not idle~
As the old adage goes.
Dreaming of warmth
and facing the sun with closed eyes
in order to better hear
the sound of spring,
in order to better smell
the buds unfurl,
in order to bask
in all that's joyous,
she dreams, mind's not idle either~
she comes to an end
and a beginning.
Finished another block of the wool crazy quilt.
On to the next.
Until next time,
Nimble Fingers and Even Stitches