Sunday, September 18, 2016

Silken Threads :: Two Hundred Sixty Three

The spider, dropping down from twig,
Unfolds a plan of her devising,
A thin premeditated rig
To use in rising.

And all that journey down through space,
In cool descent and loyal hearted,
She spins a ladder to the place
From where she started.

Thus I, gone forth as spiders do
In spider’s web a truth discerning,
Attach one silken thread to you
For my returning.

E.B. White

With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.


GretchenJoanna said...


Natalie, the Chickenblogger said...

It's that time of year, already. I was so thankful this one was not hidden in the middle of my path!