The morning breeze sifts the daylight
from the trees,
bits of shadow and light
cascade in the wind-
floss and golden-
softening the edges of summer.
Wisps of silvered web
spill from the cedar boughs-
night spinning spiders weave
moonlight into morning.
Even so, the stillness belies the rotation
of summer to autumn –
the light gleams across the dappled path
all the way to fall.
thecourseofourseasons 
Rich and lyrical… :- )
With all the movement, it still feels like peace. One of my favorites:
night spinning spiders weave
moonlight into morning.
I especially love those closing lines. Sigh. So beautiful, as is the view from your place – so peaceful!