Seeking blue . . .

I could fall into your blue squares,

pieced together stitch by stitch. 

The tea pots promise reflection, 

the curling leaves thread across the quilt's 

perfectly shaded, soft yellow squares;

these background colors fade,

and I don't quite recognize 

the precision of each square, 

I'm lost in blue, 

the choices we make.   

A quilter knows her design,

what fabrics to choose,

when to sew, and

 when to rip away

to create that 

balance between 

being

and becoming.

This poem comes sideways and a day late from a trip to Sisters, Oregon, for their annual quilt show, several years ago. Quilts are hung everywhere throughout this small town, in every store and restaurant, gallery and fabric shop. We wandered through crowds of really thousands of people, but it's still a quilter's dream for a perfect summer day.

I dream of making this hand-appliqué quilt one day, the pattern is by Maggie Walker Design and called "The Blue Collection."