Ana Laurel Mayhew
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memories of 'spider dance'
amongst the autumn leaves
to crunch about the golden hues
descended from the trees
how i wish i was there now
so care free and so lost
in the sun with wild limbs
head full of child's thoughts
no worries there would bring me down
no leaf would ask a thing
in my world of crisp pure light
what that spider dance would bring