Seasons
I went forth from August walls
I went forth from sunlit beginnings
and turned
dancing counterclockwise
I pressed my mind against August's membrane
and punctured a hole
through which seeped September
1
Some voices are small
when secrets are told
in dark attic corners
where spiders go dancing
2
When secrets are told
I will find a warm quilt
where spiders go dancing
we will keep warm together
3
I will find a warm quilt
keep my songs in a box
we will keep warm together
we will sing until dawn
How the Spiders will Gossip - a pantoum
4
Keep my songs in a box
I will light a white candle
We will sing until dawn
You will take out your fiddle
5
I will light a white candle
And we'll laugh at our shadows
You will take out your fiddle
How the spiders will gossip
6
And we'll laugh at our shadows
Till we fall into sleep
How the spiders will gossip
in dark attic corners