Shore Pines and Spider Silk Lyrics

I open the front door

And little gold beetles fly to the porch light

Pale yellow buds fold into sleep

An egret alights on a cement fence

He stalks moths among winter blossoms

An almost-full moon illuminates the forest

Conifers hold their wind-blown shapes

And the smooth gray frameworks of gnarled shore pines

Twist skyward

Ice crystals encrust blades of marsh grasses

Sending up tiny frozen spikes of multi-colored moss

I warm unfurling tendrils with whispers and songs and rhymes

I brush past fern fiddleheads

And the icy white skeletons of bishop's lace

Tiny spiders weave webs from starlight