Author Jonathan Chaves The wind fills her embroidery loom with willow catkins,and pairs of purple swallows come flying in.Now, when she rests her needle, is the moment she really enjoys:wetting a piece of wool in her mouth,she spits it out the window! Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments