A Poem – Spiders On The Lawn

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 thinkContinue reading “A Poem – Spiders On The Lawn”

Were I To Be A Tree

Were I to be a tree, only but a few pressing concerns would plague my petiolar mind. Foremost being the present equilibrium (or lack thereof) between rain and sunshine at any given moment. Short of the random yet necessary question of how cold one’s branches would feel in the wintertime with no appropriate coverage ofContinue reading “Were I To Be A Tree”