Nothing says love like a handmade quilt...

Old Man Winter blowing down my neck

Brings new ambitions

New desires

To stay beside the hearth

And sew warm quilts

For loved ones,

Mine, or theirs.

Many hued, dazzling shapes,

Blocks pile upon blocks.

(Take time out to fix a meal

Family can't be forgot.)

Then back to work,

Those nimble fingers fly

Across the patterns forming the quilt top.

Hobbs Heirloom 80/20, or Warm and Natural?

Thin, medium or thick?

Batting nestles in to give the warmth.

What color shall the backing be?

And what the binding?

All decisions made at last, quilting begins.

Nothing says love like a handmade quilt,

When one realizes the thoughts and dreams

I held while sewing it

Beside the hearth

Watching Old Man Winter blow outside the windowpanes.

                                          Today I'm a Sneezy Poet