Black birch do not care for my despair

Finished another stitched poem fragment.

the brook mocks me more each day

Vintage linen. Pinned to a new covered cork board. I will stitch more fragments of my own poetry, words I love and other people's poems. I will pin them to this board. Just for me.

Obscured the text with some feather stitch braches.

"Just for me," is not entirely true. For everyone I love, whether they know it or not. Whether it means anything to them or not.