This is such a beautiful poem (and prayer). Especially since the orbweaver we have been watching/ coexisting with on the deck all summer was gone this morning.
Beautiful! Spiders have been weaving their way into my life more than usual since August. They’re trying to tell me something. It would be so much easier to understand if they just wrote it in their web like Charlotte.
I cannot unsee it. I have long wandered meadows looking at all the webs draped and wind-blown as prayer flags. I imagine a spiders prayer is mostly for a good dinner. But that web is surely an act of worship.
This is such a beautiful poem (and prayer). Especially since the orbweaver we have been watching/ coexisting with on the deck all summer was gone this morning.
Fall orb weavers are one of my favorite kinds of spiders. Thank you for appreciating the experience of a good spider web and my poem.
Beautiful!
Thank you.
Another lovely offering!
Thanks Ric. You are the bird in my tree singing while I write. I appreciate you.
Ya know… buzzards don’t really sing. Or maybe they do? They certainly fly lyrically!
Lovely, indeed!
Thank you, Cathy!
Beautiful! Spiders have been weaving their way into my life more than usual since August. They’re trying to tell me something. It would be so much easier to understand if they just wrote it in their web like Charlotte.
If only. I would love to wake up and read my daily spider webs.
I love so much the idea of spider webs as prayer flags. Great metaphor!
I cannot unsee it. I have long wandered meadows looking at all the webs draped and wind-blown as prayer flags. I imagine a spiders prayer is mostly for a good dinner. But that web is surely an act of worship.
Absolutely beautiful!