Falling snow, up early to sew.
Stretch, then sew. Then shovel the snow.
Homemade gifts keep me out of lines. Less of those, less two-year old whines.
Hot coffee kept over by my desk. A difficult pattern putting my skills to the test.
Light gray Chevron print, a delicate trend, goes well with pink, as I start to mend.
Rice and zippers and chalk and thread, up early to sew, up out of bed.
It’s nice, it’s quiet, it’s calming, it’s smooth.It’s frustrating, it’s tiring, I can’t get my groove.
Cooperate with me, you silly machine, cooperate with me, please don’t be mean.
Up early to sew, up early, sunshine. A few days till Christmas, my gifts coming along, fine.