stitching and school

a few stitches of silk and paper

 on paper

at home last night

i stitched 

paper thread and silk 

dyed

on wake robin papers

and our school year opening meeting

i spotted a kangaroo. a touch of oz 

in the north country

a good beginning

a little humor

struggling/joy

how can spring, 

so filled with the songs of birds

many i can't identify

how can spring

be so hard?

storms destroy

inner storms, too

bodies rebel

yet are so familiar 

is it that joy has disappeared?

it is the muggy, fudzy wet greeness?

is it despair that pushes at my skin until i say

yes, yes.

sorting out threads, saving some, giving some up. 

and the thursday oriole, first i've ever seen here,

i hope may return.