loose feathers poetry corner
Well, my apologies for not getting this out on Friday as planned, but here is my update this week on the lovely Awake the Dawning Day. My house has a roof now and all the satin stitches are done. I hope my SAL partners are enjoying their projects as much as I am. Has everyone seen the newest Loose Feathers? I like it very much; it's a bit different in style than the first two but I do like it.
Hope you enjoy week's poem.
Suddenly, like an arrow from the East,
Smart as new paint appeared our gorgeous guest,
Green in his plumage, scarlet on his crown,
Strolling about a tree-trunk upsidedown,
Tap-tapping busily with beak on bark,
His mind imagineless, his purpose dark
To us who watched him, startled out of speech,
Exchanging secret glances each with each.
So all that day, being young and fearing not
Lest custom dull the treasure we had got,
All that day long we jingled, as we went,
New-minted coins of bright astonishment.