Dredger of air, reaper of rich sky worlds
awaiting the glinting emeralds and
sapphires of the Sun's golden highways.
With body disproportions that mask dexterity and poise
the silent weaver tight-ropes the silken sky
to set a highway trap.
Globules sparkle and gleam on elastic steel;
now and then a ripple trigger -
the weaver testing her thread-work
Saturday, March 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: creation,nature