Hidden deep in the undergrowth of a worn forest path
lies the remains of a spiders web.
Jewel like it glistens, ice dreams in the last light of day.
Woven with such complexity it can withstand winters furry.
The tiny spider spun a sugar palace, warp and weft, it toiled through
spring and fall.
The tight interwoven patterns hold the secret of continuance .
A spiders life cycle stretched between branches.
The web is the keeper of the keys to next springs coming.