Tying Up Loose Ends

Day 42:
Spent yesterday visiting beloveds and didn’t get home until late. Here is yesterday’s project and poem. A couple rows on the shrug (with some frogging in the process) and hearts and a scrappy grey flower. The scrap basket I finished yesterday, except for weaving in the ends. I heard a raven cronk behind the dawn chorus when I was out taking photos. Grandma’s (green) and Aunt Lizzie’s (brown) crochet hooks.




Birth
by Beth Weaver-Kreider
What bird sang
at the moment you were born?
What animal stood suddenly,
poised and waiting,
listening as if
for the tiniest murmur
in the quivering air?
What bud felt the surge
of life force in its roots
and bloomed?
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