Early; A Glint; The Blue; A Wagon Wheel Beside a Gate; A Winter Landscape; At a Lake; Turtles
A Glint
I watched a glint of morning sunlight
climbing a thread of spider’s silk
in a gentle breeze. It shinnied up
from the tip of a dewy stalk of grass
to an overhanging branch, then
disappeared into the leaves. But soon
another followed, and then another,
glint after glint, and though they made
no sound, what I could see was music,
not melody, but one clear, shining note
plucked over and over, as if the sun
were tuning the day, then handing it
to me so I could be the one to play it.