Sunday, 29 November 2015


Here is it's going to storm so hold each other firm

These fibers hold each other so strong  they became felt


To me this cloth looks a bit like a tree.......


Mo Crow said...

a rainbow tree!

grace Forrest~Maestas said...

tree souls merging to make One of themSelves

Debbie said...

Yes a rainbow tree to help dispel the storm, we have storm here as well.

Els said...

a colourful tree with eyes ! ;-)

Marti said...

Your tree is real Yvette because I have seen such a tree in Kauai; it is called a rainbow eucalyptus tree (eucalyptus deglupta)and it is a wonder to behold as is your beautiful felt creation.

curieuzeneuzemosterdpot said...

wat een magnifieke kleuren in je werk, yvette!

laat het buiten maar stormen, eh, binnen is het lekker warm en gezellig! ;-))

Ms. said...

Heavy Threads
Hazel Hall

When the dawn unfolds like a bolt of ribbon
Thrown through my window,
I know that hours of light
Are about to thrust themselves into me
Like omnivorous needles into listless cloth,
Threaded with the heavy colours of the sun.
They seem altogether too eager,
To embroider this thing of mine,
My Day,
Into the strict patterns of an altar cloth;
Or at least to stitch it into a useful garment.
But I know they will do nothing of the kind.
They will prick away,
And when they are through with it
It will look like the patch quilt my grandmother made
When she was learning to sew.

This poem is in the public domain.
About This Poem

“Heavy Threads” was published in Hall’s book Curtains (John Lane Company, 1921).

Hazel Hall was born in Saint Paul, Minnesota, in 1886. Her books include Walkers (Dodd, Mead, and Company, 1923) and Cry of Time (E. P. Dutton & Co., Inc., 1928). Hall died in Portland, Oregon, in 1924.