A light
spring
in air
is like
a tiny determined
spider
scurrying
exposed
across the green carpet of dream
weaving silk web patterns
traces of stories
some deep, some delicately etched invisibly
strand by strand forever
seeding
imaginative pulses
of play and longing

- See: Poetry

:: note :: ... day three of a workshop ... beautiful work

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