She works in the darkness 

busily weaving each strand

connecting from branch to branch. 

If something disrupts

she simply begins


She creates a gossamer tent-home

and when the early dew 

paints each 

web -strand 

What was hidden

becomes a visible 


  I stand in my kitchen,

sip  my morning coffee and

glance out the window.  

I spy the stunning web,

the morning sun lighting  it

like a delicate chandelier ;

It appears fragile 

but in truth

the web is strong

and its maker,

more so. 


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s