Spin Spinning Spun

In the garden one quiet evening
I watched a spider spin its web
Slowly did the thread unravel
Marvelous how she made her bed


Back and forth across the tendrils
Never-ending was her way
Spinning-weaving like a mad thing
Throughout the night 'till break of day


And as she worked on in the darkness
Night things came and broke her path
The rain, the wind, the hail, the harshness
Hell-bent to interrupt her task


Ever on she toiled in sadness
Knowing well the pain she bought
Bidden by an inner mission
Completing it as nature taught


Sunrise (Surprise! Revelation!)
Unveiled the secret darkness kept
Showing her that through the long night
This web she'd woven was her best.


I stood, astounded, in the dawn-light
Watched the dew-drops on her lace
Shimmer like a patch of heaven;
Could almost see her smiling face.


Zannie August 2004