I unearthed a new way to cycle to my grotto! Along country lanes lined with meadows, little opalescent segments like stained glass.
I have been stitching all day, on my darling Bernina. Vrrrrr......
Her heart
divides and triples;
in lotus-flourishes of
threefold wood sorrel leaves ---
stemming sleepwards
like silvery birch
from the dense-matted moss.
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