Spider In the Moonlight
She casts a spell
in the open air,
Over, grass and flower.
It shimmers brightly and catches the light
turning splendidly to strands of silver
that twirl silently in the crisp morning air,
and hangs there woven with birdsong.
She weaves a delicate bed
of silky dew, and moonstruck thread,
for those who come to her-
who come to rest here for eternity.
She kisses them to sleep
with sweet, honeyed lips,
and sings to them
of cold winters,
and sleeping dark.
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