I am surrounded by bins, lots of COLOR all around. There are balls, skeins, and STRAY bits of yarn spilling about. There’s yellow like a daisy, green like a pickle in BRINE, sky blue, rose pink, dusty gray, and more. I dig my fingers into my stash, sorting by touch, happy in my innocent GREED for creativity and abundance.

Georg’ann

Waning VIGOR dawns.
Moving requires GREAT effort.
GREED for life recedes.

Heather