The Thin Thread

How hopeless, it appears
as a leaf 
flows...
so gently 
as a tear

How quickly, the news fills
our day
like a woodland waiting...
for our eyes to see

How quickly, we cling
to a news, thread
instead...
of seeing that spider
spin its beautiful web

How quickly?
we become blinded to the day
and search out darkness
which comes...
what May

(c) David r Mellor 2015