Basket of Dreams

Basket of Dreams
Form: Blank Verse

As sips of tea now ponder in a dream,
A square of white the canvas that awaits
The silk to weave; the needle point is sharp
But gently pierces marking art's design,
The sewing dreams my basket holds for me
Long stitch, short stitch are drawn with ease,
A patch of grass, vibrant with shades of green.
A river divides with glistening floss
And water ripples silent ebb and flow.
The figure-paddling child at wistful play
Blue shorts, no socks, blue eyes, and golden locks
And umber sticks become his racing boats
While grandpa fishes wearing darker shades.
Another sip of tea and life returns

©JezzieG2010

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