Gossamer Shrouds Poem by James McLain

Gossamer Shroud
Finery most precious, clear faces.
Whimsical silk and all it's fancy tales.
More than deep, Greek mythology.
So that woman may go naked,
on cobbled streets, while clothed.
Wearing ought,
but bright colored robes.
Almost religious,
sericulture of it's knowledge.
Volunteering, some live to do so,
'Standing' guard over this well a secret.
Even today, being windy it is so.
And it is,
ever so much cooler because of it,
the worm.