Rita Summers
St. Marys, Tasmania, Australia
flying free

morning comes at last 
streams gold
from thin cloud blanket 

the birds freewheeling through the air
I step outside

wade into
grass and lingering dew

shake off
the clinging shroud of sleepless night

cotton, bone buttons, wooden beads, perle cotton,
hand stitched, hand crocheted, hand-dyed