This quiet tree
stands majestic.
Proud and dignified.
I pass her daily, I note her state,
Adapting to the shifting skyscape, her world,
Moving with the seasons and reflecting...
Reflecting the light upon her.
Taking the surroundings
And shining them back
to all who care to look.
She imposes not,
nor does she hide.
Always changing
But with oaken backbone
...and utter grace.
Silk noile and silk open weave fabrics. Silk perle thread. Part of the growing neutral Slow Cloth. 12"x12"
Both the tree and the poem are beautiful xJ
ReplyDeleteLovely poem and lovely work as usual.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem and stitching.
ReplyDeleteOh it is a wonderful thing!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely little tree and the poem gave me goose bumps.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, I love the idea of a slow cloth, I might have to start one, I'm not sure i'd ever finish it though.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comment on my blog too.
enchanting post! and the balloons were red and white, England balloons!!
ReplyDeletebeautiful!
ReplyDeletePeaceful and beautiful.
ReplyDeleteLovely tree and lovely poem, I especially like the choice of materials, subtle, natural, very fitting.
ReplyDeletesimple and small. nice.
ReplyDeletebeautiful in word an work!
ReplyDeletebeauty!
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