inspiration

A photo from a friend,

three yards of cotton jersey beckoning to become something,

 and a snippet of a poem that kept echoing in my head

have somehow become the beginnings of a dress.

Lo! the most excellent sun, so calm and haughty;
The violet and purple morn, with just-felt breezes;
The gentle, soft-born, measureless light;
The miracle, spreading, bathing all—the fulfill’d noon;
The coming eve, delicious—the welcome night, and the stars,
Over my cities shining all, enveloping man and land. -Walt Whitman "When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloom'd"