Silver Threads

I like these arachnids!! Although it is "Diwali" time here and we clean our houses and remove the cobwebs, but in no time they reappear!! Happy Diwali

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

Lovely!

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

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

spiders are not welcome, chilling read, well done poet

I can feel your angst! Creepy spiders.

- 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

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

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

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.

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.

Wonderful imagery. There is beauty amidst a storm.

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

"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.

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

So beautiful and very expressive Hilda fav for me

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