the world wrapped its arm around her shoulder
pushing off the cold chill
of a drifting cloud
no need to worry-weave warm fiber dreams
or cautiously retract into cozy turtlenecks
or lightly leap from the same with time
she turned toward the skies
its open eyes, its heart portal
to say, thank you
Image credit: Cashmere blend yarn (2010), AnnaKika / Ulrika
Primitive Joe 
