Struggling up from the woodland floorA gentian reaches for a bit of sunshineAmid the fall shadows.Did God know I would walk by?Did He know I would Brush aside a tearReplace it with a smileTo be greeted with such a perfect pinkAnd so sweet and simpleA reminder of joy?

Morning light rest on strands  Of gossamerWoven threads of silkDew like tear-drops drip downSilentlyNight was long,Night was damagingWeb designer hides from the sunlightIn the center.

Bark curls Thin like pages of a Sappy paperbackAbandoned on a park bench,Scorned and flapping in protest;Fighting with the windPage edges turning on themselvesRain soaked, weather dried,  Puckered and twisted in agonyAt the rejection