A Fantasy

Here is a poem I wrote many years ago when my children were small and I didn’t get out much. I was looking out the upstairs window one breezy sunny day and a spider went sailing by, its silky thread stretching up into the blue. I sighed as I watched and then these lines flew through my head and I wrote them down. Perhaps others who have also experienced this feeling will enjoy it as well.

Spider, spider
in the air
Hanging from a cloud
somewhere

Silver thread
filled with light
A fallen moonbeam
stolen from the night

Please stop, cried I
but she can’t stay
I’ve diamonds to gather
fore morning. Good day

With sails set
and breezes blowing—
Oh, I wish that
I were going

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