Sunday Thoughts 9/14

What does the spider know of beauty?

When soft morning light spills over

The horizon and illuminates his

Intricate, dew-laden construction,

Is he even able to perceive

The beauty of his creation?

Likewise, when we scurry about

In our “ordinary” human lives,

Are we creating something

Beautiful that we can’t perceive,

But is, perhaps, on full display

To any being of a higher order?

–Photo by me

the hanging garden

when mining ended in the pit,

a path was made encircling it,

and near the path, a fence was strung,

and soon all kinds of plant life hung…

…upon the wire, all around–

now, even wild hops are found;

there are berries, plums, and apples, too–

all hanging there for me and you!

–photos by me