By the light of a street lamp I saw
a spider creep into the craw
of a crabapple tree on its 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.
Are You Reading Me?
2 comments:
Really like this one. "as we crawl
inexorably towards the fall".
Haven't used "craw" in a long time...bet it shows up in a poem of mine and I'll wonder where it came from!
Hey Donna, another bout of inspiration while walking the dog :-)
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