The Violet Posy

You saw it, didn’t you?

The hammered gold I threw from the window?

Where did I put my fine threads?

I have yet more lace to weave.

I garnered a posy of delicate violets for you,

But you did not make the meeting

And my weary heart left unwarmed by your smile,

To wander into darkening woods as the dusk settled.

My gold cloth found me there,

How did it know where to look?

Untwining the fibres of its warp it spun me a cocoon,

While I sat in mushroom hollows, thinking to remember the reason I was walking.

You will not come now I see,

The time has passed many times, and my lacing pattern is altered.

This feeling here with my bones and tissue, it may be loss,

I turned it too many times into a spore of happiness.

Sitting now in my marrow it is a confusion

Of mountain meadows and gloaming forests,

Is this a burrow filled with lavender pearls beside me?

What creature made this?