Old Woman Sings

I am the woman who spins in the clouds.
I am the woman who weaves through the earth.

I am the keeper of yarns and dyes and threads and things.
Of needles and looms and magical tools.
A weaver of worlds.
A spinner of tales.

I hold up the rainbow and play with the sun.
My thread spins it’s way through all generations
My loom weaves an ocean
My needle sews the starlight.

I am the woman who weaves through the night.
I am the woman who spins in the clouds.

Jesse