When sunshine rusts into stardust
Turquoise beams into indigo dreams
With brier by her, she spins her spire
In the forest you must trust
Her schemes of silver seams
Foxfire admires her silken wire
Focused, she hocused the unjust
The stream screams for a gleam
She tires as her empire is spun
copyright Beth Sutton Aquarius
***or this could simply be a spider web by the creek***