Color My World

The orange leafed tree
sways and bows in the
north corner
of the front yard.

Visually beyond it
across the road
behind a split rail fence
a row of pumpkins
await Halloween.

I long for the artist's brush...
Not even a possibility

A roll of color film...
Maybe.

I have a photographer's sensibility
but lack the skills
and/or the patience
for a whole new endeavor.

But two factors
keep prompting me.

One.
The dozens of color photos
on the knitting blogs I surf
keep nudging me.

Give it a try.
You could do that.
Stray a little from all those words
and tell your story with pictures.

Two.
The long skeins of yarn
hanging in the buildings
at the yarn festival
were arts works.

Jame said,
"I could buy this one"-
a hand dyed wool/silk palette
of rosy hue-" and
display it. Never need
to knit it at all."

I tell myself:
Picture a book of photos:
Visualize: yarn in art postures
Knitted pieces in funky settings
Color warps line dancing in the wind

Go, girl, go.
Color your world.
Leap with abandon
into a passion.