Tasting Spools.
A poem.
The muse hovers on my shoulder and kisses my cheek with her eyelashes.
She whispers in my ear.
Yum. Delicious is life and velvety is inspiration.
Caress your fingers over unspun ideas.
Enjoy them.
Explore the tangles of yarn. And if your heart beckons weave, then weave!
But know there is nothing wrong to simply taste the spools.
