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Silver Threads

The wind billows the trees with god-forsaken draft, And rinses the limbs with splashes of rain. Zephyr's raging bluster brings forth storm's chaotic craft, Blowing silver threads to new starts again. Sailing without order, the threads land where they may---- On fences, on plants, on patio chairs. The small spiders, thus carried, will emerge in a day, And crawl past your toes to find a choice lair.

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Karen Jones

Date: 3/17/2025 5:23:00 PM

You have an enchanting way with words! I enjoyed reading.

Karen Jones
Date: 3/27/2025 1:08:00 AM

Yes it’s warm but breezy

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 3/25/2025 9:56:00 PM

Thank you. I appreciate your visit. I hope you are enjoying this warm spring weather.

Paige Hind

Date: 3/14/2025 6:53:00 PM

Lovely!

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 3/14/2025 8:28:00 PM

Also lively. Spiders are on the move. I'm glad you liked it.

Susan Ashley

Date: 3/9/2025 7:51:00 AM

Dear Hilda, your use of vivid imagery, rhymes and rhythm creates a splendid display of Nature in all her imagination and power regarding storm and spiders.. love your title too! Silver Threads composed with eerie, elegant poetic finesse. Warmest wishes my dear poet friend.. ~Susan

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 3/9/2025 8:52:00 AM

Dear Susan, I enjoy hearing from you and appreciate your comments. I often write on the animals in Nature. There are so many interesting stories in the wild world.

Victor Buhagiar

Date: 3/8/2025 10:32:00 PM

This is a great poem with imagery and metaphors. Malta has no deadly spiders, so I'm not afraid of them.

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 3/8/2025 10:49:00 PM

I'm happy that Malta is safe from venomous spiders. Thank you for your comment.

Yann Rolland

Date: 3/7/2025 7:54:00 AM

spiders are not welcome, chilling read, well done poet

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 3/7/2025 8:41:00 AM

I appreciate your comment. Thank you.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 3/6/2025 5:24:00 PM

I can feel your angst! Creepy spiders.

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 3/6/2025 6:37:00 PM

Thank you, Kim. I seem to have been swept up on the wind myself when I wrote it.

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 3/6/2025 4:58:00 AM

- A beautiful view of nature - Both the body and mind calm down when you surround yourself with nature, the relaxing effect is good to feel :) - The sound of the ocean waves is like balm for my soul - The spider's web is a work of art ... silver threads to cover with water beads ... a beautiful piece of jewelry :) - hugs

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 3/6/2025 8:53:00 AM

Thank you for your lovely salutation. You are 100% correct in that nature is relaxing. In fact, even writing about nature has the same effect. I think this is why I write.

Ink Empress

Date: 3/6/2025 2:28:00 AM

Ah dear sweet hilda! Its so good to read your poem today! Its so well written with such deep imagery and metaphors. And as i read this i cant help but think, rain and storms , sometimes are cleansing, and rinses away tears too. What a most deeply meaningful and soulful poem! Always a pleasure reading your poems. Sending you light always

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 3/6/2025 8:47:00 AM

I appreciate hearing from you. I become inspired by your words. The rain, that launched me into Silver Threads, is still falling. As you mentioned, the rain is falling softly now, like tears. May you have a perfect balance of rain and sunshine on your beautiful island.

Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh

Date: 3/5/2025 8:05:00 PM

After the wind the spiders carried by the wing will soon appear and search for a place to live So inspiring .

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 3/5/2025 8:24:00 PM

Spiders certainly share our space on earth. Thank you for reading and commenting. I'm happy to inspire others.

Alesia Leach

Date: 3/5/2025 9:30:00 AM

Oh, I love this! It has a graceful yet eerie elegance to it. The first stanza sets up a vivid almost cinematic scene--wind rain and chaos interwoven with a lyrical quality. "Zephyr's raging bluster" is a lovely phrase giving the storm a mythic intensity. Then the shift in the second stanza is both unexpected and delightful. The image of spiders drifting on silken threads landing haphazardly and later creeping past one's toes is subtly unsettling--quietly ominous that sneaks up on the reader.

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 3/5/2025 9:36:00 AM

Thank you. Your positive reply has given me poetic strength. As usual, I had started the poem with a goal, then switched it when I remembered the spiders floating in the wind. Thus is poetry, always searching. Thank you so very much for following my spirals of the mind. Enjoy the beauty of March. Best wishes.

Zyrool Gifford

Date: 3/5/2025 9:04:00 AM

Hello Hilda, storm and spiders, one sends me under the table and the other on the table. A beautiful write, my friend. Happy Wednesday to you.

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 3/5/2025 6:22:00 AM

Wonderful imagery. There is beauty amidst a storm.

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 3/5/2025 7:41:00 AM

I agree. Storms cleanse the earth. Thank you for reading my poem.

Gary Radice

Date: 3/5/2025 2:02:00 AM

I raise my hat to anyone who can write an abab rhyme and not make it appear that the words have been shoehorned in..and have it flow..and tell of great imagery. So..I raise my hat to you Hilda..or I would do if I was wearing one. :). Cheers - Gary

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 3/5/2025 7:38:00 AM

Thank you very much. I hope windy March treats you well.

Valsa George

Date: 3/4/2025 11:02:00 PM

"Sailing without order, the threads land where they may---- On fences, on plants, on patio chairs." If rain is accompanied by wind, the silver threads will land down without order. Spiders get disturbed in their webs and crawl down. Beautiful images, dear Hilda.

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 3/5/2025 12:00:00 AM

I hoped the image of spiders didn't scare people. My theme changed as I was writing. (I had run out of wind. Lol). Thank you. I'll be looking for your next poem.

Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh

Date: 3/4/2025 9:38:00 PM

Life's ability to adapt thrive, and begin anew despite disorder very nicely penned in the poem.Enjoyed reading.

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 3/4/2025 11:55:00 PM

Nature helps survival in many ways. Spiders are doing something right because they have existed for a long time. I'm glad you enjoyed this poem. I send happy wishes your way.

Gershon Wolf

Date: 3/4/2025 8:18:00 PM

Interesting take on mighty storms --- and mightier spiders. ~ Lil' Miss Muppet

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 3/4/2025 8:24:00 PM

Thank you for your reply. Miss Muffet ran away. I consider spiders to be errant pets. I suspect you of being a squasher.

Evelyn Judy Buehler

Date: 3/4/2025 8:09:00 PM

What an elegant and lovely creation, Hilda! I couldn't have enjoyed reading it more. Best wishes. :)

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 3/4/2025 8:13:00 PM

I'm very honored by your reply. Thank you. Best wishes to you too.

David Crandall

Date: 3/4/2025 5:48:00 PM

Great poem, a spider's silver thread. To me, the storm is a once chaotic, but also, just as it should be, to disperse the young arachnids. Kind an interesting blend of disorder and order in nature. Kind of like forest fires, maybe.

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 3/4/2025 5:53:00 PM

I'm glad you enjoyed it. I'll hold on the forest fire though. Spiders seem like little friends. May your house be blessed with them this spring.

Joe Dimino

Date: 3/4/2025 10:32:00 AM

Yep, the silver/golden years -- for the birds. Well said.

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 3/4/2025 8:36:00 PM

Thank you.

Joe Dimino
Date: 3/4/2025 6:23:00 PM

Hmm...will read again -- things survive...but constant hammering makes survival a greater challenge when we are older. Age is on my mind a lot lately. "Sailing without order, the threads land where they may---- On fences, on plants, on patio chairs. The small spiders, thus carried, will emerge in a day, And crawl past your toes to find a choice lair." A smart little spider, going with the flows. Amazing imagery. Wonderful poetry!

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 3/4/2025 3:45:00 PM

It's not about golden years. You didn't read it, did you?

Paula Goldsmith

Date: 3/4/2025 8:41:00 AM

What a creative write you have here. I really enjoyed reading. "Good Luck" in a contest... Have a blessed day writing away.........

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 3/4/2025 8:56:00 AM

Thank you, Paula. I'm not scheduling a contest this month, but thank you for your encouragement.

Oliver Mckeithan

Date: 3/4/2025 7:45:00 AM

Beautiful poem Hilda. Those spiders are pretty hardy despite the driving rain.

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 3/4/2025 8:04:00 AM

Thank you for your comment. I enjoy your visits.

Victor Buhagiar

Date: 3/4/2025 7:32:00 AM

A wonderful poem. The chaos of the beginning of nature in spring, rights itself into a wonder. Simply loved.

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 3/4/2025 8:03:00 AM

Wow. I am honored with your words. I hope you have a rewarding spring, too.

Shadow Hamilton

Date: 3/4/2025 5:50:00 AM

So beautiful and very expressive Hilda fav for me

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 3/4/2025 6:12:00 AM

I enjoyed writing this in the middle of a storm. Thank you for reading it. I appreciate the fav. Thank you.

Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 3/4/2025 5:43:00 AM

Dear Hilda, What a mesmerizing piece! The scenes of silver threads drifting on the wind was both delicate and powerful. I love how nature’s chaos brings new beginnings such as spiders seeking their place, much like poetry finding its home. A truly enchanting read! Spring Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 3/4/2025 6:10:00 AM

Thank you for your generous comment. I enjoy nature and nature's smallest creatures. Best wishes to you.