autumn shades

i *think* this is my poem

for the bloodroot and violet book

from the natural colours exhibit

i *know* this is a pot

of autumn colors 

cotton, linen, and silk

and paper

 saving can lids for globes

 and rusty bits shed by passing vehicles

probably tractors

 drew asked it this was hebrew, 

you can, perhaps, see why

 more metals on yogurt mordanted cotton twill

 those gramicci climbing pants

 more of claudia's clothing

 twill and rose

and inside one linen bundle, 

a little silk surprised me.

a thank you and a pink book

 thankyou to you who visit wake robin. hard to believe that my words and pictures hold *something* for you. i'm glad. it makes getting through the darknesses easier. 

below zero at midday. one water tap is already frozen.

and sometimes in this strange interbetweenplace, 

by means of the interpixies, as india says, magic happens. 

i have made some fine friends this way, through conversations. 

this piece of vellum is a beautiful pink. carol taught me how to dye it.

i filled it with things...

a title

and a poem

for aimee, who is far away in california.

mills students: look out! great semester ahead!