A poem for Jess
Forgive me old spider I brushed 'gainst your web
Through a dreamland of shadows my thoughts were being led
When you heard me tread nearer why didn't you cry
It resembled a soul and I've caused it to die.
No more will it mirror the silent faint rays of the dawns timid sunlight
the birth of each day
or catch soothing raindrops though they only be few or echo so softly the falling of dew.
It was delicate, aesthetic, demure and sublime
the visible symbol of natures own planning
from it's feeble grey threads it was gracefully hanging
to a stone on the path where I was just walking.
Above my head not far away a blue tit struggled with something grey
Another web I could not say
I left the garden by the gate with bamboo shoots on my right and kept on going 'till out of sight.
copyright Jed
