The Time of Trilliums has come and nearly gone, with the last few blooms shining deep in the shadows of the forest.
Soon the only ones that will remain are the two I have embroidered in glass beads. The beads are sewn onto a dark wool fabric I dyed in a tea and vinegar solution.
deep within the world we know - beneath the seeds we all have sown - beyond the corner of the eyes - of those that always ask us why - in the place from whence you feel - there behind the turning wheel - lies a world of things we've all half-seen
the way is hidden yet plain to see - ready for those who long to be - in the Land of Folklings here with me.
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