Arboreal cobwebs.
Ethereal threads glimmer in sun,
intricate patterns
cling leaf to leaf.
Familial cobwebs.
Wisps of the past,
displayed on tables
ready for yard sale.
Charlotte’s cobwebs.
Eager youngsters
admire the spinning,
imagination’s delight.
Gray matter cobwebs,
clammy uneasiness.
Disturbed cluttered thoughts
provoked by age,
exasperated by twenty-four-seven news.
lillian the home poet 
This is a thoughtful, yummy piece, Lillian. I love the layers and changing of perspective. Hence the title, yes? In any case, well done!
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Yes, hence the title. Exactly! Glad you enjoyed. It was a fun one to do.
Sometimes the various meanings of words evolve from a personal perspective rather than a dictionary or any set of approved meanings.
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Great post 🙂
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