Freshly Washed

Rounded mounds of known
Tumble like fall leaves,

A splatter paint of sleeves
Linked seam and weave,

Colors disentangled arm by arm,
Rhythmic folds of life

Eased into neat stacks,

Waft and warp, a generous
Stewardship of love

Palms smoothing hems
Neatly bound

A simple taste of grace
Cut from cotton cloth

Freshly washed.



Filed under Poetry

2 responses to “Freshly Washed

  1. Lovely–loved the “rounded mounds” and the “cut from cotton cloth.” I’ll be thinking on this poem all day.


  2. Beautiful imagery, and photos, Cindee. I love the smell of freshly washed cotton. Your descriptive poetry brought it all back.


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