My newest scarves from my shop “ The Weaver of Words”:
"her first memory of spring", hand-woven wool cotton scarf
as a very small child
she had been afraid
that the winter
would never end
it was
so dark
so cold
and
so very
so very
long
her first memories
of the return
of spring
were of green shoots
bursting through
the cold snow
the birth of a wobbly
newborn fawn
and the triumphant return
of the sun
shining so brightly
reclaiming the land
that she thought
was lost
so deep within
the winter's snow
https://www.etsy.com/listing/172468365/on-sale-her-first-memory-of-spring-wool?ref=listing-shop-head..."the healer within", hand-woven wool scarf
he couldn’t bear
to part with the pieces
broken
wood and string
elements that once were
a magnificent bass
he had perfected his lyric form
elevated each melody to a fine art
he was known across the land
for his fine tavern and the soulful deep tones
of his magical bass
it was a collision of cart and carriage
along a steep mountain pass
as his cart slipped sideways
he tried to catch his falling bass
but he went tumbling down the cliffs with it
and with each crash and crack
of his beloved instrument
his heart broke again and again
he was left with a cane and a limp
and a joint that groaned with pain every time it rained
he shuttered and closed down his tavern
locking away all the smashed pieces and the memories
tightly wrapped up in a woolen cloth
as if to keep out the winter's chill
one stormy night
as the wind raged, whipping sheets of icy rain
a lone traveler pounded,
and pounded
and pounded at the tavern door
she had heard of his tales of woe
I need shelter but have no money
but I can heal the creak and groan
of your weary broken bones
just give me the pieces of your bass
and in the morning all shall be new
it was strangely difficult
for him to let go
of the all the broken pieces
the bitterness of the past
but when he finally did
he felt a release
a lightness of heart
and in the morning
he beheld a miracle
his bass was whole again
and his joints well oiled and moving free
I did nothing, the healer said
I just gave you a little push
you were the one
who made the choice
you were the one
who decided to heal
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