Spinners Weave

Never does the spinner stop Seasons have shades of their own She finds the yarn that holds the charm To blend and become nature's own Seamstress has sewn, and we've known Her work throughout the year Shades of spring, light to dark green The soft blues of sky azure When autumn draws near, she makes it clear With harvest gold and reddish flame One hopes her stitch, holds fast without hitch Winter white is in the next frame Weave of bright gold for hills of old Green sentries stand braced for change Threads are spun, the time begun To sort and to re-arrange Aspen twitch fast, with each wind blast That tugs on their frail life thread And on the ground, without sound Thread works fallen, lying dead No time for mend, it'd just send Her wheel in a backwards spin When colors fall, it's natural To darken bright and show dim Each passed day, threaded with gray Colored icy blast and chill Fingers so worn, down to bone Sewing with strength from will She sews seasons, darns the reasons Makes each day like no other With yarn she sends, beautiful blends To patch life with color of wonderOriginally wrote in the fall (9/24/01) and revised on 4/21/02 - Thanks for the great comments! I really appreciate the thoughts ! :0) Written September 24th, 2001 © on Apr 22 2002 03:51 AM PST, Chris Kramer    0 • 10