Between the Lines
There was a time, (few years ago)
when friends lent me their words.
Quilted them and hung them up.
Then treed them to be heard.
Some friends are gone, but thoughts this year
have brought them back to me.
I'd love to share as many more
and add them to my tree.
These last few years have worn a bit.
It shows upon my face.
But with the snowfall, spirits raised
decided to embrace...
those quilted words once sent to me
of friendships, poets' made.
Wondering if others would,
their words, my tree,conveyed.
* It's been awhile and I have forgotten how to post a picture of the quilted poems from the past that I made from poet's words and also have forgotten my photobucket passwords...must be an age thing
"Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less."