Sunday, September 06, 2015


By the light of a street lamp I saw
a spider creep into the craw
of a crabapple tree on it's web
as the summer sun started to ebb

and shadows began to unite
becoming the framework of night
encompassing all as we crawl
inexorably towards the fall.


Donna Smith said...

Really like this one. "as we crawl
inexorably towards the fall".
Haven't used "craw" in a long it shows up in a poem of mine and I'll wonder where it came from!

rch said...

Hey Donna, another bout of inspiration while walking the dog :-)