And then there was a tree.....

I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,	5
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.	10
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

Joyce Kilmer

1886-1918

This poem kept running through my mind while I added a tree to the right side of my piece. It was, like much of this piece, a pain staking process.

• Draft the tree on my tissue paper full-size sketch that I am using as a rough base for the scene.

• Fuse the trunk and limbs to the background.

• Create clusters leaves with my ice-dyed organza and add to the barren tree.

• And, there you have it - a tree awaiting quilting!

to be continued.............