|Stitch Meditation on Trees|
As I sit and look out my window,
Or stroll on my almost daily walk
Tall trees stand
No fancy dress of greens, pinks, oranges or reds
Just skin and bones
Waiting for spring to come.
Waiting for a new day.
A day when the sun will again warm the earth.
Waiting for a new dawn.
When new growth will begin to stir
Exploding into riotous color.
Providing shade, shelter, food.
To a world that’s been waiting.
Preparing for a new day.
Happy needle pulling thread!