11 Jan
Fiber through fingers,
whirling wheel noises voice
a new love language;

Speak not of fear or
doubt, let hands do what they were
made to do: relax.

Release to the world
its own worries; burdens lift
as fresh yarn is born.

One Response to “Haiku”

  1. Karin 17 January 2011 at 5:57 PM #

    Poetry on the bobbin!! Beautiful.


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