Spider Thread Weaver

Like a spider, I weave my web
Round and round
Spinning each thread
Over and over
Gathering up the shred
And spinning a new yarn.

Creating my dreams
Connecting each thread
Of my life, old and new
Past and present
Killing what needs to die
Wrapping it tightly in my silk
Until it breathes life no more
Leaving me free to
Spin even more new thread.

Dreaming my Self into existence
My new web
Glistening in sunlight
Astonishing in the morning dew
Capturing each moment anew

Grandmother Spider
I admire you so
Can I do as you do
And work hard
But still go with the flow
Of what is or is not
And kill the debris
Like you do?

© Angela Dunning, 9 January 2015