weaving with cold
leaving an icy web
to catch the days upon
Winter Is A Spider
Spinning Air
the wind
is the web
of the milkweed seed spider
Winter Is A Spider
the web
she weaves
is a dense tapestry
Circle Of Life
every ending
ushers in
the next beginning
The Spider’s Muse
Charlotte always visited
the tulips for inspiration
before she began spinning.
Woven Work
dew bejeweled
a spider’s
glittering tapestry
Potent
tiny deadly maiden
outstretched arms
await her prey
Repair
zigzag
is the stitch
that repairs the spider’s web
Mygolomorph
Tarantula of tree roots
dips its many wooden legs into the river
and awaits its kayak prey.
Charlotte
Charlotte, my dear,
I’d prefer it if you
left your messages outside.
Spider’s Parachute
Some paratrooping spider left his parachute behind
after a dangerous porch landing shortly before dawn.
He will weave another one for his next mission.
