What about "the day of sewing and night" poem?

Clouds in the eye of a needle, cross stitch plush-puff blue part of the day … no wind … All directions stingy charitably magnanimously Embroidering shadows on the sun. Running the hems on skirts Light. Later. Later, the night will be stitched tight blouse Son of the Earth Mother and the son of Snip the light of day, care Re-threading with Dawn … waiting for Tat-lace Night. OMG! Y / A to this sub''…. Poetry it is a day for miracles!

I love the way you take simple themes and add color, for example, leaving the reader with pleasant thoughts.

Cross Stitch Ancient Egypt Era [HQ] (Pam’s ArtWork 2008)