13...eight~
march 1
could it really be
the days of winter
slowly coming to a close
13...eight
stranger than strange moments arising
wishing my fingers could move a bit quicker
crocheting away
wabi sabi words and thoughts
collectively gathering
the joy in giving
excitement in the air
despite the rain falling
hopes of a forecasted 60 degrees
this morning will be one trip to the airport
welcoming home a grandpa so dear
worries settling
our minds at ease
Euriphedes once said: