Friday, December 18, 2009

Spider Webs Secret



Hidden deep in the undergrowth of a worn forest path
lies the remains of a spiders web.
Jewel like it glistens, ice dreams in the last light of day.

Woven with such complexity it can withstand winters furry.
The tiny spider spun a sugar palace, warp and weft, it toiled through
spring and fall.

The tight interwoven patterns hold the secret of continuance .
A spiders life cycle stretched between branches.
The web is the keeper of the keys to next springs coming.

11 comments:

Jeeves said...

Keeper of keys of next spring. Indeed. Lovely poem

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Much thanks Jeeves. I am glad you liked it.


love, Melanie

Yousei Hime said...

There are keys to many story doors in this poem. Beautifully done, Mistress of the keys.

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Thank you Yousei. I am glad that you could see into the web it's self.


love, Melanie

Irene said...

I like

warp and weft, it toiled through
spring and fall.

Thanks for your visit Melanie.

SandyCarlson said...

Indeed. I think spiders know many secrets and tell them to us, though we don't always translate well.

Loch Rob said...

The spider's web is their life line to existance. Without it they do not exist. Maybe the webs that hold us together also have the same result. I enjoyed your poem.

gabrielle said...

I love the glistening descriptions of the spider's web. It seems to be a part of winter yet have its own glow. Beautiful.

Tammie Lee said...

I love how this holds the past present and future. Lovely piece.

Amias said...

You weaved this one beautifully, Malanie. The last stanza sums up much of life ...

...."A spiders life cycle stretched between branches.
The web is the keeper of the keys to next springs coming."


A very unique, but universal ending.

Jukota said...

Hold the secret of continuance. I really like that line! Nice!