Spinner of Dreams

Gossamer threads
like delicate veils
stretch wire to wire
along the pasture fence.
Early morning dew
touches their silkiness.
Sunlight forms diamonds
on each perfect strand.

Alas, a marauding breeze
ruffles the webs,
grows stronger,
intent on destroying beauty
until each delicate thread
is torn away,
falls apart and disintegrates
before my eyes.

Fallen apart like my dreams,
Forgotten as though they never were.

But tonight, ah, tonight
the spinner of dreams will return
and work until the first rays of sunlight touch
new strands
new hopes
new dreams.

Doris Riedweg