Shore Pines and Spider Silk

I open the front door
And little gold beetles fly to the porch light
Pale yellow buds fold into sleep
An egret alights on a cement fence
He stalks moths among winter blossoms

An almost-full moon illuminates the forest
Conifers hold their wind-blown shapes
And the smooth gray frameworks of gnarled shore pines
Twist skyward

Ice crystals encrust blades of marsh grasses
Sending up tiny frozen spikes of multi-colored moss
I warm unfurling tendrils with whispers and songs and rhymes
I brush past fern fiddleheads
And the icy white skeletons of bishop's lace
Tiny spiders weave webs from starlight



Credits
Writer(s): Misha Penton
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