Interweave

Yesterday I gathered wool
Granny wove, once upon a time,
With sundried grass and husks of gold,
Vines of honeysuckle and grape, fresh to behold.

Granny wove, once upon a time,
Sitting ramrod straight on the gleaming oak floor
She was fresh to behold, circled with vines
Deftly shaped by her strong and supple fingers.

Sitting ramrod straight on the gleaming oak floor
She serenely wove this precious gift,
Deftly shaped by her smooth fingers,
A basket filled with dreams.

She serenely wove this precious gift
With sundried grass and husks of gold
A basket shaped for dreams;
Today I filled it with peas.