I learned about tapestry from our friend Brad.
He was a weaver
and raised goats
and flowers and weeds.
Every room in his life was layered with gifts of art
and color and pattern and texture.
We laughed together with every breath
and in between he was the better listener.
He took gentle chances
and had ferocious passions.
He walked in beauty.
He stood on the edge of the planet
and leaned into the wind and danced.
And now he is the color
and the light breaking through the stormy clouds
across these Pennsylvania fields.
I am still learning from his friendship
and listening for his laughter
in the November wind.