SPIDER LIGHT

Who doesn’t like magic? It entertains and distracts, and changes our view of the ordinary. When we find something new and special in the ordinary, it’s truly magical.

Late one afternoon on an early November day
I hiked along the Kettles, glad to be away.

I traveled to the south, warmed by step and sun alike.
To one side shadows deepened. On the other it was bright.

The ground was not yet frozen, giving stride a gentle role
And my spirit lifted gracefully when I gazed into a bowl.

As I looked off to the west, I was suddenly surprised
By a fleeting glint of light that somehow caught my eye.

I stood in blanked amazement at the scene before me then,
Wondering over a delicate pattern. Had it always been?

Could I have lived for fifty years and never have been told
The eye of God was watching me through gilded stems of gold.

By sheer coincidence and chemistry, the branches worked as one.
I saw the individual slant of twigs reflect the rays of sun.

There in that faint, gray orb of light, I could understand,
When walking softly in a wood, a halo follows man.