In The Evening Autumn
by Linda Hussa
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As I rode out to check cows calving
the light came across the meadow low
and in it
I could see a shimmering blanket of cobwebs
moving in the breeze
like the surface of water.
The whole of the meadow
under billowing silk.
While I go about my singular life
of small spiders
has set about to hold this entire world together
in a veil of fine silver strands.
© Linda Hussa