There are spiders on the lawn,
But love, don’t look forlorn!
Though their webs may be a tangled mess,
Intent was to adorn!
There are spiders on the lawn,
But don’t look at them with scorn.
Dew beads besetting silver ribbons
Glowing in the dawn.
There are spiders on the lawn,
And one would think they warn
That to forget life’s simple beauties
Is your heart left torn to mourn!
There are spiders on the lawn,
I accept them with a yawn.
Where web ends, eight legs defend,
Waiting static in the morn.
– 2009
P.S.Clinen 