Spiders in autumn
fatter, slower, retreating
hungry thoughts of spring.

Abandoned cobweb
glistens in autumnal sun
I duck beneath it.

Summer exiting
few flowers or spiders left
hidden seeds and eggs.

Nights getting chilly
leaf-edges turn spider-brown
curl like spider legs.


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From: Emily Dickinson (Sep 30 2009, at 23:05)


A spider sewed at night

Without a light

Upon an arc of white.

If ruff it was of dame

Or shroud of gnome,

Himself, himself inform.

Of immortality

His strategy

Was physiognomy.


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