Scissor Tail Bird inspiration

 

 Sonnet of Adornment & Song

A thousand coils have found their sunny way, 

And on this field, the hope has truly grown. 

The grey, the gloom, the misty, heavy day, 

I feared the light had truly and had gone. 

Yet quilling strips, with patient, gentle hand, 

I turned to flowers, bright and gold and keen,

 To cheer the heart that could not understand,

 And bring the colour that was never seen.

My Wearable Art, a hundred shared and known, 

Did carry this same cheerful, quiet song.

 These tiny worn devotions, each a throne, 

Where in the dark, my prayers did belong. 

So see the grey as stage for bright display, 

Where cheer can bloom, and find its perfect day.

The Weaver of the Rainbow Sky (Favorite)

The painted sky was heavy, thick, and grey,

 A morning trapped in mist and lonely shade; 

I feared the blue had simply slipped away,

 Beneath the sombre backdrop I had made. 

But then I took the paper, bright and gold, 

To quill a bloom and cheer the silent bird; 

Within each coil, a story started bold,

 A song of hope that waited to be heard.

Now in this room, the "Heaven Runway" glows,

 The grey is gone, replaced by azure light; 

From 47 pairs, the garden grows, 

Two hundred gifts have taken sacred flight. 

No longer lost within a gloomy day, 

The rainbow stays because I chose to stay.

The Artist’s Heavenly Decree

The canvas started with a misty grey, 

A somber sky where shadows sought to rest, 

I feared the light had truly slipped away, 

And left a gloom within the sparrow's nest.

 But then I took the paper, coiled and fine, 

To sculpt the petals of a golden hue,

 I quilled the spirit of the Columbine, 

To bring the cheer that I had dreamed for you.

Two hundred gifts have flown from out these walls,

Each tiny pair a prayer of shared delight,

 And now the rainbow shines, the azure calls, 

To bathe my sanctuary in the light. 

The bird now soars where earthly shadows cease, 

In this, my room of artistry and peace.