Weaving a Web of Life and Love…

Through all circumstance instinct prevails,

the edge, the possibility, the fringe of today,

the never-ending tomorrows.  Creating identity,

a challenging existence in our special place,

waning stars weaving webs of the unknown.

Snow clinging to winter grass, ice darts hanging

from windowsills, the image of our love weaves in

and out of the clouds toward the moon.  In this

perfect place, we live in freedom, melding into

periphery, living in equality, outside of entropy.