Poetry

This is an old piece of mine that I found while packing tonight. Very little literary merit, I'm afraid, but it's one of the few poems I've attempted that came out close to the intent in writing it.

One thread twisting against another
A knot forms in just the right place.
Gnarled hand moving the Bobbins
Delicate traceries forming slowly
Draping like snow.

Budding pussywillow,
The greening of willow wands,
A leaf of birch,
Spice bush's purple helix form
The lacy time of year.