Threads
I often sit and watch my wife
Make random threads take on new life
With tiny stitches placed just so
Transform cloth to a tableau
Small bags of floss sit by her side
Into single strands divide
Kaleidoscope of rainbow hues
Subtle color patterns fuse
Shades and shapes like magic form
Some colors bright while others warm
I marvel at the skill she wields
The finished product that it yields
The detail wrought into each piece
Makes my awe for her increase
That she can create and imbed
Such beauty starting with one thread
Copyright © Bob Quigley | Year Posted 2012
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