Though February fog is quite depressing,
A spider's web is very refreshing.
For sparkling like diamonds
Are drops of rain,
Caught in wefts of gossamer grain.
The web is crafted
Like God's snowflake,
A pattern of riches,
About to break.
And spider himself,
Where is he ?.
Gobbling flies in vanity.
In intricate beauty,
It's his temple.
Spider of industry,
Doing his duty.
Black and ugly
Is his cover,
Tracing threads
Of a lover.
For all the wonder
In his web,
Tells of beauty,
Which doesn't ebb.

Comments
shoebox | February 25, 2009 - 01:43
Your genius is obvious. How well you do these children's pieces. Now I'm gonna have to read your whole site!! (work!) Keep well. :)
jennifer | February 25, 2009 - 19:06
Why is this a children's piece? I think it appeals to everyone, even those of us not so enamoured with spiders, like me!
You need an apostrophe in 'Its his temple.' It's - contraction of 'It is'
J x
hilary west | February 25, 2009 - 21:21
Thankyou Jennifer. I have edited it. I wanted it in my collection The Colour Box, that's all, which is exclusively for children, but you can peek !.
jennifer | February 25, 2009 - 21:53
Glad I could be of help! But again, I dispute that anything is 'exclusively' for children - most children access books written for them through their parents reading with them...
J x