Breath

Breath

It leaves me
As I open the door.
The yarn store always leaves me intoxicated.
My heart beats faster as I move to the wool.
My senses filled as I reach out for a skein
And surreptitiously caress it against my cheek.
Drinking in colors– bright and muted,
Solid, striped, and marled.
Delicious obsession.

By FrazzleDazzle

~ by jigraknits on March 11, 2008.