“Salad Days,” Charles Edward Wright
Aug 20th, 2016 | By Defenestration![](https://www.defenestrationmag.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/12/Defenestration-Poetry.jpg)
These ribbons
of carrots?
One morning
Walking into my backyard,
A thin strand of spider silk tangles my legs
With a quiet snap,
Its frustrated author glares
From a high corner nearby.
In late June, when my stone birdbath developed a
deep crack, I recycled it into a fairy garden.
These winter nights know not your gentle touch,
Your fingers running wild against your skin.
My darling, this I ask (think it not much:)
To be your partner, privy to your sin.