Nature's Seamstress

Passion Flower.  Lizzie O.  August 2008

Nature's Seamstress

Under Luna's soft glow as the gardener slept

The screech owl’s alarm roused Nature’s seamstress

From the shadow of eaves she silently crept

A most beguiling sight in her white and black dress

She caught a light breeze and with a purpose directed

To the fringy bed of moss that from beneath protected

The summer green vines, the coiled copper tendrils

An occasional bowed head, pollen gilded stamen and pistils

With needle fine legs she spun a gossamer veil

That shone with the light of a shooting star’s trail

She delicately pinned it to silken lilac petals

Where eager Jack Frost fastened radiant dew crystals

A ribbon of first light cast a subtle pink glow

Illuminating a path the eight legged maiden took home

From magnificent heights she spied the lush garden below

Witnessing marriage of Passion flower to harsh wall of stone

E.A. O'Connell