A spider wove
an elegant web
then dangled down
by a single thread.

The wind blew,
he started to sway
and then the spider
drifted away.

I'd like to be that spider
dangling by a thread
but I think that if I tried it
I'd surely bump my head.


     Is Autumn a time for spiders in your part of the world?  I've been watching a spider weave a web today.  I know the web won't last, or for that matter the spider won't last long either.  But, it is something magical to watch.  Can you write your own poem about something you've watched today?  Hmmm, this gets me thinking about the loose thread on a sweater button worn by my friend.  I've been wondering for some time now how long the thread will dangle there before someone grabs it and off comes the button.  Oh, I can feel a poem brewing.  Do you ever get that feeling?  Hope you have fun writing.