Prints of Daffodils
The bed covers grew longer and longer.
As the continuous thread was fed,
from the spindle to the spools unwinding and rewinding,
from spool to spool twisting and weaving its threads,
through the eyes of the needles,
and into stitches of rows that zigged zagged,
In alternating colors of yellows, blues, and reds,
with prints of daffodils across the covered beds.
Copyright © Mike Porter | Year Posted 2021
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