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Upon a SpiderUpon a SpiderUpon a Spider
I saw a spider weaving In our doorway Her silk stretching behind Strong and delicate And perhaps Even beautiful Though I have long Been fearful of her kind.
Silly of me, Caught By appearances. Not seeing What lies beneath The dreaded exterior How could I not see The other?
She spins Will and More I think I see Dedication and Skill. Weaving and spinning Catching and killing Doing what she does best There is, almost, a perfection To it.
W
by ~Wynterstar87
ManderleyManderleyManderley
When I first saw him, my gaze was drawn to his hair. It gleamed in the artificial light of the restaurant's chandeliers, shining all the shades of brown that hair can hold. At Fantôme, a well-known and popular French restaurant, we were celebrating the 26th birthday of a mutual friend. I sat across and two chairs down from him, close enough to see him well but with enough distance to go unnoticed. His hair was longer than I usually preferred in a man. Every few minutes he would raise a hand and brush sable strands out of his eyes. My eyes followed his hand as it dropped back down to the
by ~Wynterstar87
EndingWhen I was a child I thought that trees,Ending
After budding their greenery,
Shading nests and housing squirrels, Reaching and swaying in the wind, Died for winter.
But they don’t. They sleep, Through stillness and frost.
They wake, sure as sunrise,
Every spring.
It seems as though Everyone is concerned. Whispering of winter And endless sleep. As though the trees, Who budded long before us Will not bud long after.
When we grow up We will realize that nothing Truly begins or truly ends. We will r
by ~Wynterstar87
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- Current Residence: Alaska
- Interests: Reading, Writing poetry, fiction, some non-fiction, movies, stained glass, literature, metalsmithing
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