From Fiber Fluff Yarn is SpunA Poem by Norma M Suttonthoughts on spinning wool into yarnSoft intimate colors slip through my hands Whirling twirling down down down Pink and blue meld and blend into a sunset haze Swirling twirling together in haste Twisting changing as they go Emitting a soft heavenly glow Twirling on the other end Dropping down down down Wood and paint descend in haste Pulling tugging in a twirling race Turning fluff into lace Singing on it's downward pace Drawing ever finer it pulls Fiber stretches thinner still Twisting turning spinning down Whirling twirling down down down Until wood touches floor Drawn back up until fingers touch Around the shaft yarn is wound And then back down Whirling twirling its way down Pink and blue meld once again Swirling into a heavenly hazy lace Miracle of change has occurred Soft wool fluff turned into lace Next step will be to ply One to two or three or five Once the plying is all done Miracle of change has come Who will take this new spun yarn Knit it into a different form Hat shawl sock or something more Clicking of needles Knitting knitting down down down A new path of change begun © 2010 Norma M SuttonReviews
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StatsAuthorNorma M SuttonBostic, NCAboutNorma Moore Sutton has written and published two children's books: The First Lamb and Harry Goes To The Fair She has written and published the first book in the Haunting Memories Series: Matthe.. more..Writing
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