Beggars come calling

Their hands shaped like parting smiles

Or angry kisses

Spider glides through space

Any time and any place

Weaving table lace

Silken thread of light

Mingle day with misty night

Shimmer strong and bright

Spider glides on air

From tree branches to my chair

Swinging on a dare

Poems sing themselves

Flutter down to waiting feet

Seldom lingering

Each day a poem

Skipping through daydream puddles

Sharing the splashes

We are surrounded

By loved ones we collect

And those we reject

I know it’s summer

Birds and blooms and buzzing things

…and hibernation?

Barefoot summer daze

Lazily swirling through me

Dusty childhood haze

Words don’t come easy

Grains of sand snatched by the wind

Seashores remember