Autumn — overlooked my Knitting

Dyes — said He — have I

Could disparage a Flamingo

Show Me them — said I

Cochineal — I chose — for deeming

It resemble Thee

And the little Border — Dusker

For resembling Me

For my knitter posse! A warm scent, as delicate as lace and as soft as cashmere, and as cozy as wool, punctuated with red currant for the blazing red of cochineal and surrounded by a border of soft grey ambergris and a swirl of autumn leaves.