This story is about waking up to find that the garden has been transformed with frosty cobwebs hanging in the trees because a spider has visited during the winter night. 

I think the theme of this poem is about learning to stop for a while and look at the small but incredibly beautiful things in life.

This is a short poem about the Derbyshire hills.   

As a child I would sit and look at them initially from the village green and then from my window in Baslow, England, and be awe inspired as the night came down.   These magical memories have  given me strength and a sense of inner peace as an adult.   

The poem ends with my awareness of an ultimate reunion with those hills.