peaceful sewing in an orange-red room

one end of the thread

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Two Sewing

by Hazel Hall

The Wind is sewing with needles of rain.
With shining needles of rain
It stitches into the thin
Cloth of earth. In,
In, in, in.
Oh, the wind has often sewed with me.
One, two, three.

Spring must have fine things
To wear like other springs.
Of silken green the grass must be
Embroidered. One and two and three.
Then every crocus must be made
So subtly as to seem afraid
Of lifting colour from the ground;
And after crocuses the round
Heads of tulips, and all the fair
Intricate garb that Spring will wear.
The wind must sew with needles of rain,
With shining needles of rain,
Stitching into the thin
Cloth of earth, in,
In, in, in,
For all the springs of futurity.
One, two, three.

Dear Friends,

Our bodies need a rhythm, a drumbeat, a current, a wave. We are tethered to the Earth, who Herself loves a good pattern. Whenever we feel unmoored by chaos, we need only to slip in, in, in. Oh, the wind has often sewed with me.

It seems that miserable Orange, bearing ill will toward all, has taken grip on the world. But he cannot stop the spring. Nor all the springs of futurity. One, two, three. He cannot stop you and he cannot stop me. We protect life. We defend our neighbors.

There’s deep chaos, patterns in flux, rain in the desert, wet fingerprints in the unknown. In, in, in, in.

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Creative Invitation

• Draw a point in the center of a page, and draw a spiral around that point.
  

  (Here Lynda Barry is expressing how to do it, while relaxing the body.)

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Hazel Hall (1886–1924) published three books of poetry, now in the public domain.
Art: Girl at a Sewing Machine, Edward Hopper, 1921, oil on canvas, Public Domain