spin your web for me.
Fold me in silken cords
beneath the stars.

Swing me out over water –
feel the rush –
mother’s blood
warmth of womb,
beating heart.

Gird me to the earth,
silver strands,
lissome in the wind.
Let me climb,
quench my thirst
on sun-speckled dew
and truth of morning.

By Sally Quon

Sally Quon is a photographer and writer living in the beautiful Okanagan Valley where she writes a weekly nature blog. Her photography has appeared in Canadian Geographic Magazine and Nature Alberta’s various birding brochures. Sally was recently published in Chicken Soup for the Soul – The Forgiveness Fix and was long-listed for the 2019 Vallum Poetry Prize.

Her website is https://featherstone-creative.com/.