Margarete Walters was a poet in addition to an artist. Here, she's printed an abstract image on fine laid paper collaged to heavy tinted gray wove, folded as a greeting card, and annotated on the interior with an original poem to friend and fellow artist, Genevieve Barnhart:
Today we celebrate beginnings / I remember here in the / hollow/ feet running/ and the noise of voices / in dialect / I hear them still.
Then sheep... / (That we always have here) / But the bleeting of a lamb / only one time a year.
I brush annoying sand from / my eyes and chase at dust.
They were there.
Here in the desert there are / skies, immense skies, / but once a real star came
a night like tonight / the baby came. / I'll put my hand there / again and touch the straw / warm with him / and see again the girl / small and you / of whom great things / were done.