mamas threads of light

Seeking shelter and a place to rest a poem is unable to be written weaves in and out of my thoughts. I keep thinking you better get it in print or it will find the wind and no home with you. The sad thing is no one else in the world has it and if you don't sprinkle it on the page it will become dust on the dirt road of time. The shiny poem pleads with you to take care of it  Shed all that tries to keep you away from it. Do it! mamas threads of light shimmering shiny silver silken threads driven by the wind webs hanging onto the lifeless fence randomly swaying to and fro because they like mama found no easy place loose ends fragile reaching wildly frantically finding eyes that couldn't let go fascinating rhytum of the earth unnoticed until she walked through them webs on her face and arms she let me imagine what the sunlight could bring as it came through the woods she found time to see them time to embrace what she wanted to be woven through the cloth of our lives