Winter was gloomy and unseasonably cold
It made me feel tired and empty and old
I struggled and muttered and fiddled and puttered
Not a purl or a treble seemed right
Not a yarn in my color way was looking so bright
Then the Challenge was called and I perked up my ears
Somewhere in My World is the theme for this year
I grabbed up a basket and started to choose
By textures and colors by shade and by hue
Pinks, greens, yellows and heavenly blues
I started to chain and to bullion and such
My mood it was suddenly changing so much
My face lit up with a smile --scrumbling had not been fun for a while
They blossomed like springtime with a plan of their own
As happens when you freeform in the zone
In my world- grew a pastel delight
All things about it seem pleasantly right
It has no name or no reason -- but it does fit the season
Of springtime in bloom and it brightens my room
I'm so happy to give you a look, here on the page of this book.