weaving with cold
leaving an icy web
to catch the days upon
Winter Is A Spider
Winter Is A Spider
the web
she weaves
is a dense tapestry
Comfort
the web of life
seen and unseen
always holding us together
The Spider’s Muse
Charlotte always visited
the tulips for inspiration
before she began spinning.
Dew
humidity gathers
casting its wet web
across everything
The Half Spider Web Said
how we live
is
who we are
Unseen Seen
it was revealed
the intricate web
connecting everything
Winter’s Recompense
web of life
pulse of spring
renewal’s divining
Dendrites
wisdom grown
of fear or love
the web becomes the path
Unseen Seen
with in a web
of black and white
complexities of grey
Mirror
the pond reflects
life’s web of connections
the artistry of now
Delicate Tenacity
spun of dreams
the web weaves
night to day
Limbs and Leaves
A knot of limbs.
A web of leaves.
The forest is a tapestry.