Home Sewing

Sewing

When the air cools, and the windows are open,

I wander back into the studio.

I fondle the fabrics, relishing the textures,

the muted colors, no brights here.

The bark cloth called to me.

I spied buttons, a perfect set,

rescued from a dress of my Mother.

They were joined into a new tote for the fall.

Four fabrics blended into a flirty, scalloped bag.

At times, the sewing, it feels like coming home.