If my walk were a home
Falling leaves lift the spirit as the light fades.
By Rebecca SiemeringPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
Leaves, thick as carpet,
golden sunshine, wallpaper
pasted up with light.
About the Creator
Rebecca Siemering
Rebecca Siemering is a fiber artist and poet. She uses poetry to help her think of her visual pieces, and sometimes something visual inspires a poem. She produces sculptures with paper, white line prints, and drawings based on her poems.
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