Needlepoint Night

When we were in Montana my friend’s roommate was working on needlework as a component of her art, and seeing it reminded me of how much I enjoy needlepoint.

I took part of a poem by Pablo Neruda as inspiration:

“. . . – between spring and wheat ears –
that which a boundless love, caught in a gauntlet fall,
grants us like a long-fingered moon.”

It’s a work in progress – you might see more tomorrow.