The fabric of a life
is woven from the mundane,
shot through with strands of joy
and streaks of pain.

On a familiar day,
if you just keep looking,
you may watch the ordinary
weave itself into a strand of bliss.

This entry was posted in Poetry..

2 comments on “Transformations.

  1. textiletreasury says:

    On a day when a walk through Sandringham woods showed me, briefly, a couple of large deer, and on coming home finishing off a mosaic, this poem is particularly apt. Lovely!

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