Web of Bright Golden Silk (poem)

Built with exemplary skill, A web of bright golden silk… Is placed on this lovely hill, To capture bugs and that ilk… So nice a place to call home, Among the greens and bright reds… A beautiful place to roam, For the builder each insect dreads. © 2018 – James Sponseller – mindescapes.net

Seasons End (poem)

Corn is standing tall, Color fades away… Sun begins to fall, Casts its golden rays… Leaves are turning brown, Stalks are showing age… The chapter winding down, Another turn of page… One day snow will come, Truly mark the day… This season now is done, It slowly fades away. I always lament a bit atContinue reading “Seasons End (poem)”