Somewhere off the branch of a maple,
A spiderweb detatched itself with the wind
And floated up, glistening gently in the sun.
The spider must begin anew…
Somewhere off the branch of a maple,
A spiderweb detatched itself with the wind
And floated up, glistening gently in the sun.
The spider must begin anew…
I am very struck by the parallel between your poem, Webb, and the process students are going through at the College…I love the simplicity and poignancy of images like this. Has a kind of William Carlos Williams or Wallace Stevens feel….