Twilight Is Blond

She sits on the horizon knitting

Knitwear the golden leafage sea shining

A sea fabric of sequins polished

Interlocked loops with her silver needles

With a yellow yarn wound her spools

Her strings of golden hair rays of bright light

Wiggling through the wind, stretching to land

Her song the cry of seagulls hovering

Her apparel of yellow she wears

With jewellery of gold she always keeps

Embroidery, the love she unfolds

When knitting is over, she lies to rest

Descending the horizon, her lodge