Photograph by Marlene White

Seamstress

Dame Nature stitched

With immaculate thread

A coverlet

For every bed;

She tucked the rose

Soft and deep,

Whispering gently,

"Sleep now, sleep."

O'er grass she wove

With fingers white

A cover of down-

Velvety, light.

Embroidering each tree

With ermine strand,

She stitched and stitched

With tireless hand.

Each withered stalk

Of flower became

A silver taper

With a silver flame.

By Loretta Bauer Buckley

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