Maple seedlings stagger downward,
drift into my yard. The garden sleeps,
oblivious to April.
Across the patio, a spider twists silk,
contemplating a masterpiece.
She spies a bare iron pedestal
and makes a leap of faith.
Gail Eisenhart‘s poems can be found in The Centrifugal Eye, You Must Remember This, Adanna Journal, The Tishman Review, and in Flood Stage: an anthology of St. Louis Poets. A retired Executive Assistant, she works part time at the Belleville (Illinois) Public Library and travels in her spare time collecting memories that usually show up in new poems.
A Quiet Courage 