She weaves
a tapestry of leaves.
The veins and ribs
reworked annually.
As a leaf lurches
and takes flight,
light shines
through the leaf’s
puckered skin.
The loom is a handspan
in its breadth.
The leaf’s golden face,
a whisper of hope.
Penelope’s Cloth
She weaves
a tapestry of leaves.
The veins and ribs
reworked annually.
terimuso: Poetry by Tammy Iralu 