The Other Side - The Orbweavers
Rust red  at the start of May
Sun turns your sap away
Soft wood
Shedding spine
You take me
To the other side To the other side
This is the first month I ever knew
No spring child
Just a season twice removed
Millipedes  and fallen fruit
Snails reach
Silver tracks afoot
Silver tracks afoot
The pond is dim
But it's yawning wide
You'll take me
To the other side To the other side
Make a boat from that husk of bark
All along the bank
Here  you see the mark
There  you see the mark
Moths are here and their allies
You'll take me
To the other side To the other side
To the other side To the other side