wouldn't know by the weather
but the small brown box in my mailbox
was a little promise
for my birthday
and christmas
pat and butch sent this
yum.
cinnamon candy
strong sweets for weary tongues
and a delightful found object
from a flea market
eight dishes in the porcelain
what for?
and frustration
ughhh
with the weaving
broken ends
before the ends were tied up
i became all entangled
tangled
unenuntangled
unfurled
bummed out at my fumbled fingers
frustrated.
this sometimes happens
and only the love of a friend
saves me from fuming.
(uselessly, i might add.)
and then a special package came to
shock me out of my fuming.
smiles!
(i will share that story later-)