Final weeks :: Capturing memories
and so it goes
the days begin to shorten
dew heavy on the blades of grass
cool northerly winds do blow
and
the apple replaces the peach
and i look to the sky
with its low hanging clouds
colorful changes
a shifting has occurred
once again
sneaking its way into my heart
but not without
melancholy
the few reminders
that linger
and inspiration takes hold
as i attempt
to hold on
inspiration
drawn from nature
textures around me
hand crocheted doilies
passed on to me
(thanks, mom)
handiwork
that beckons to get
noticed
macrame hammock
catching my attention
purl bee
provides a way
for me to
capture
hold onto a little longer
preserve
a memory
inspired by Margaret Oomen's
little sea urchin
crochet covered sea stones
or in this case
Lake Michigan
where the waves touched my toes
and the stones
called to be gathered
and came to rest
in my garden
until this day
when I took pearl cotton
and a hook
to create a wee holding basket
a little nesting spot
to house
the memory
and create a new one
as I chain along
enhancing beauty
giving it a second look
as it sits upon my desk
as a paper weight perhaps
in the middle of winter
and
remembering
a day at the
beach
holding on loosely
for it is
the ebb and flow
of the seasons
and i will find
joy
within each day ahead
but until then
i will revel in these
last days of
summer.
