In threads of golden gossamer

her web hangs in the mornings dew.

It glints when sunbeams crest the hill,

to blaze like jewels in crowns may shine.

And as the warmth of a summer’s day

steals these gems our eyes enjoy.

She takes her place, at center stage,

to wait for some unwary prey.

 

 

David Garlick, Victoria, October, 1987