Goal for this: Get a hundred poems from Thanksgiving 2011-2012.

In the Forest

In the forest,
There is crisp air.
In the forest,
There is a
Slight dancing of
Glassy streams on pebbles.
In the forest,
A spider slowly spins a sliver of
Moonlight
In which tears of the sky
Gather.
In the forest
There is a curtain
Of Life.