a spider had a best friend,
knew her friend from end to end of
wing to the tip of spiky antennae.
friend was a butterfly: she hovered over the sky
beat her wings to fly, like a goose, only different.
was lighter than air and swifter than the fastest wind.
she had a problem: Why did summer have to die?
spider said, “All good things must have their end.”
butterfly said, “But things were better before; I had
endless supply of nectar to chose from in March.”
spider rubbed her hands and said, “Look at my web.”
butterfly looked and said, “I see different colors.”
was true: prisms sparkled on the web, like beads.
spider gestured to them and said, “In my work,
weave a tale of silver and gold, of stories untold.”
butterfly was confused. She asked, “Is gold immortal?”
spider pointed up and said, “Our Creator is immortal. He lives forever.
the silver stands for the silver lining which we many find
each season of the year, whether rainy, gloomy, or dull.”
spider looked at a rose and said, “Even a flower has painful thorns.
we pay attention to the beauty which it gives in spite of its sharpness.”
the gold?” The butterfly asked impatiently.
spider sidled closer and said, “The gold stands for opportunities.
the golden cup of summer has been poured into fall, you will leave
warmer Mexico. Your first journey.”
smile flickered across the butterfly’s face as she said, “I hadn’t thought of
another leap down, the spider said, “Lastly, the stories that remain untold in
my web are the stories of the seasons themselves. The stories of the plants,
animals, and insects that I meet.
create a pattern in my web which mirrors these adventures.” The web blew on the
spider looked proudly at her web and said, “A tree-like pattern stands for a
complicated adventure, like the time that I almost lost my home to a rival from
a neighboring field.”
“So, what are you trying to tell me?”
The butterfly asked; she wanted to make sure that she understood.
“Each season, in all its variety, gives
a reason to live and rejoice.” The spider said.
Then, the spider climbed back up her
web and said, “If you need me, I’ll be taking a nap.
But you can ring on the nail… if it’s
an emergency.” She pointed to a rusted nail nearby.
Then, the spider fell asleep. She was
quite protective of her naps. The butterfly smiled as she spread her wings and
dove off the fence post, she looked forward to another day.