National Poetry Month....

April is national poetry month. I thought I'd share with you a poem that always touches my heart every time I read it:

The spider, dropping down from twig,
Unwinds a thread of his devising
A thin, premeditated rig
To use in rising.

And all the journey down through space,
In cool descent, and loyal-hearted,
He builds a ladder to the place
From which he started.

Thus, I, gone forth, as spiders do,
In spider's web a truth discerning,
Attach one silken thread to you
For my returning...

By E.B. White