the garden weaver

by Christiana Doucette

She floats between the trees

sifting evening air

for firefly stars to twinkle

on her dream catcher.

She swings a silk trapeze

and dangles upside-down,

The lacemaker-extraordinaire

sews each its own nightgown.

See her balance spindle-legged

at her weaving duties

spinning moonlight into silk

above the sleeping beauties.

Christiana Doucette spends summer bent over her cosmos and zinnias in the garden, because beauty flourishes when given space to grow. She approaches poetry in a similar way, weeding excess from lines, refining image, and distilling aural essence.