Fall is here and walking has begun again in earnest
After all, time heals all wounds
And now I have only scars
I don't show them much and I’ll not talk about them here
Just let them fade
And be quiet memories
The studio has been re opened
I have started experimenting
to see
See if there is meaning for me
in what is there
See if colors will sing again
See if I still have a voice in fiber
The little engine that could
Is blowing his whistle
