Patchwork Prose and Quilted Poetry

It has been some time since I updated this blog. I hope that it will not take too long to put things into some order, here.  “Patchwork Prose & Quilted Poetry” hearkens back to my mother’s quilting and my incessant writing. I have now only one quilt from her, which is tucked away in the linens cabinet. My sister-in-law in the City has finished another from one of the many quilt tops that Mother had not yet made into  functional quilts.  Because of the long-term, ongoing problems with travel, the other quilt is still there… not here.

Fairy Winter

frozen soap bubble

night’s moonbeams reveal
visions hidden by daylight
vanished with dawn’s mist
wee fairies in their snow boots
gathered round a glowing coal

some swing from dead stems
into snowdrifts thrice their height
some gathered flower petals
layered thick for cushions
their fragrance fills the air

on the shortest day
the longest night of winter
cling close for the warmth
after all the winter storms
it will once again be spring

“Fairy Winter”. Copyright © 2020-11-01, by Elizabeth W. Bennefeld.

Image by Ulrike Leone from Pixabay