A Quilt Of Pines

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #362

Words:  heart, pass, pines, trip, gift, quilt, time, picture, lake, sign, travel, staircase

I have sewn a quilt
for you, gift of remembrance
for our trip past feathery
pungent pines to Blue
Mountain Lake–picturesque,
peaceful–a place I feel
was the finest of our
travels. Smooth stones
like ebony seemed
to form a staircase,
and tiny white pebbles
that we collected
and glued into a heart-
shaped sign that we hung
from the door
of our cabin. I wonder
if you ever think

of that time.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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6 Responses to A Quilt Of Pines

  1. jaerose37 says:

    I love the atmosphere of this poem – it really tells a story and leaves me wanting to know more


  2. I love it too, the sweet nostalgia.


  3. colonialist says:

    This could be woven into a novel! (Except that quilting is not the same as weaving, is it?)


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