There she sits,
wind whips,
cold fall settling in
and she's warm
hidden from view
slowing
cuddling the crevase
she calls home
motionless
effortless
she's still
God's little earth child
small furnace
silken fortress
creating life
while preparing to die
serving her purpose
not knowing any why's
ignoring my eyes
Glorifying her Creater
with more purity than me
So she sits,
cuddled, cold wind whips
soon she'll leave --
hundreds of precious reminders
blowing and carried away
maybe one will stay?
1 comment:
very clever, girl. it helped me relate to charlotte, and all spiders for that matter.
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