A snail has left
his running stitch of silver thread
in long looping trails
on my path.
For A River of Stones
Poetry, quilting and random comments on life, the universe and everything
Poetry, quilting and random comments on life, the universe and everything
This is a lovely moment beautifully described!
ReplyDeleteA cool choice of metaphor. Like a snail tailor in the garden. A snailor, perhaps. :)
ReplyDeleteGorgeous pictures you paint with your wonderful words. These little breif treasures are my favourite. I would love a collection of them, Catherine.
ReplyDeleteI love this description. I remember the first time I saw snail trails after moving to the Northwest (U.S.) - I had no idea what they were. Kind of gross and beautiful at the same time - perfect for a small stone!
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