Here.
Play and cuddle and feel how soft and chunky
The rescued skein has been thoroughly loved.

Here.
Wooden needles click together
weave together bands of color 
fading into color fading into color.

Here.
A memory with every row.
Blueberries green on the bush 
then changing and ripening into 
the delicious fragrance of summer nights.

Here.  
Memories of full moons and fire pits
and circles of power dance around 
me.  A reminder of Goddess within me.