I Promised Photos - Here They Are

Spunky Eclectic "Birds n' Berries" Targhee - January 2012 shipment

Barely-begun Elm Socks made with String Theory Caper Sock in "Lichen"

Very-boring-but-will-be-lovely DeGraw Tank in black Ripple yarn

Completed String Bag made with Knitpicks Cotlin in "Clementine"

Pimpelliese Scarf made with Malabrigo Sock in "Carine"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Early June Meditation at Lakeside

By Colette Inez

 

Fire alarms, a far off wail.

fireflies twitch in the grass.

At summer’s doorsill we stand,

a seasoned couple in good weather.

It seems no great matter a comet hurtles

towards the sun, that a child’s

charred bones will slip into earth.

In the city the firemen

have put out the fire.

We are here and not there.

Look at the dream

we have: a field of mullein, a lake,

two flies trapped in a hub of silk.

This night belongs to an interpreter

of wasps, aphids

in the mouth of a ladybird beetle

carrying red spots

on the dark ground of her back.

We count her years by them,

we who have learned

to eye seconds on a watch,

to burn old calendars, accounts.

And this night belongs to the author

of fire in the arsonist’s heart,

to comet tails and summer births

where frogs, and bugs

claim their brief patch of dark.

No one cares if we swim naked

in a lake whose fish gulp shadows

and trembling stars.

The child’s mother will buy a casket

with money from the firemen.

Our thoughts are dry when we think

in summers to come

we will be red cinders

rising from a burning house.

Ilene String Bag made with KnitPicks CotLin in "Sprout"