This
fluid
gold
light from
sun
calling it
a day.
Spilling
over
lists
still left
undone.
A respite
from
a life
driven.
I pick slow
moments
weighing
each
one,
carefully
inhaling
the
heady
fragrance
of
slow.
— Unhurried.

author | poet | thread artist
I am a storyteller and a poet.
I use words and thread, pencil and needle, paper and fabric.
my work is an ongoing conversation with myself.
This
fluid
gold
light from
sun
calling it
a day.
Spilling
over
lists
still left
undone.
A respite
from
a life
driven.
I pick slow
moments
weighing
each
one,
carefully
inhaling
the
heady
fragrance
of
slow.
— Unhurried.

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