A few things from Home.

     On Moving

      Keep weaving your webs my dear

My darling, spider lady

There is sunlight today and tomorrow rain

There is comfort in design

In the Unknown, thinking Pain

     Speak to the eggs. The blue ones she laid

    Don't wake them yet. I beg you not

    Please, let me sit with them for one more season  

                           
     It's too late Robin

    The time. It's here

    Going.

   Place down your Petals

   The Fresh and Forgotten

   Pack up