Weaver
out there
in the morning
ray
watched a web-worker
spin
she followed the line
from limb-to-limb
nimble and light
her work
delicate and intricate
glistened
in the summer sun
like tinsel on a tall tree
a sudden gust
or torrential rain
could sweep it all away
on any given day
still
she’d find a way
to wait it out
and build it all
all over again
she’s unafraid
of seasonal change
too busy
building
and rebuilding
to pay it
much mind
she can’t worry
with the wind
it’s snowing
in Tennessee
TL