pieced together in cobalt and lilac
squares of crazy quilted sky fill in scraps of the day
stitched with sharp needles of stars and comet tails
held in place by old oaks outstretched arms
reaching up until the twilight is pinned
hemmed and skirted by dusk and sweet dreams
receding day spills across the western ridge
to get swept into the corners of night
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Observations from the Garden
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now that’s my kind of crazy quilt! growing up, my mom had an actual crazy quilt that was all velvet remnants in purples and deep blues and dark magentas – it was so gorgeous and soft and always reminded me of the night sky 🙂 thanks for bringing up that particular memory!
Beautiful! Thank you
strong words.