Spindle and Spin

Kimberly is a member of our Major class and wrote this poem during a workshop session in Peterhouse's deer park.

Leaves spindle and spin with each hearty blow, 

Gliding sailors across the water, near shore.

Rustling the flaming campfire where the fireflies glow,

Between flower petals, whistling clean and pure.

Traveling across salty oceans, where the surface gleams

Or through continental fields of grain.

Some days, my friend is tiresome, and non-existent, he seems,

But through clouds, he lives just the same.

Hair strands perform Swan Lake and curls tango in the sun,

Rain drops pirouette in all opposing directions.

Seeds disperse across the earth, obviously on the run

From this monster, spreading his infection.

Cutting across this notebook and through the pages,

He will be here throughout the ages.