From my porch
I watch thunderheads
battering high noon
into bruised twilight.
I see you climb
from under eaves,
awakened
by a pressure change.
As the storm inhales
you leap and spin,
leap and spin
your web — knowing
your time to build
is fleeting.
Ryan Stone
days of stone 
they always know. beautiful –
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Thank you, Beth 🙂
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Yes the web of life is fleeting for all the worlds creatures.
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Some days even faster than others it often seems! Thank you for taking the time to read and comment, Ivor 🙂
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Gorgeous imagery! The spider springs to life though your words.
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Lovely feedback, thank you 🙂
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Anytime 🙂
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Ryan, your writing is lovely, bittersweet and brilliant as ever. You photo is gorgeous, a web made of moonstones. 😉 Please enjoy the rest of your week. ~ Mia
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Sometimes ‘thank you’ just doesn’t seem to cut it…can’t tell you how grateful I am for your kindness, Mia. Have a magic week 🙂
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Ryan, you’re most welcome. Please enjoy the weekend, it will be here in a blink. 🙂
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How did I miss this??
Damn I need a few more reads of this
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I’m glad you found it! 😉
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Gladder
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Hope is like a spider’s web..incredible strength within the fragilest of strands. Don’t know why but this came to my mind. The repitition (towards the close) certainly packs a punch to reesablish the workings of hope, symbolised so beautifully by your web of words. The spider here is only an unsuspecting conduit to give us a glimpse of your brilliant mind. You are as great as ever, Ryan.
P.S. sorry about the unsolicited ranting. Can’t sleep. Lol. And I may be completely wrong about the spider, in which case I’ll say “hey you made me think”. 😀
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Ah, how I’ve missed your lovely comments. Thank you so much. Sorry for the delay – I’m just catching up on WP and emails now. Hope you’re well 🙂
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I’m quite a missable miss😂. 😘
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This is life for the spider and for most of us – making hay when the sun shine. “Bruised twilight” is an awesome image. Great poetry and image!
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Heya! Thanks so much for reading and leaving such a cool comment. Really appreciate it 🙂
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You are most welcome! 🙂
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Your poetry is always beautiful. Somehow you’ve made spiders poetic which I never thought was possible. Good on you, I still hate them though 🙀
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Sorry for taking awhile to reply – school holidays is a hectic time here 😉 Thanks for your feedback, appreciated as always 🕷
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No worries, keep your spiders though lol
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Haha, will do 😉
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I just love your writings, Ryan. You’re so talented.
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You’re so lovely! Thank you, Jenn-truly grateful 🙂
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❤
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Timing is everything …
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Indeed 🙂
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Anytime my friend
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battering high noon
into bruised twilight. – just beautiful…
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Thank you, Rajani. Happy weekend to you 🙂
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Ryan Stone.. this verse flows flawlessly in a beautifully effortless way ..
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Aren’t you lovely?! Thanks, Yassy 🙂
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Back at ya … welcome 🙂
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