Insects Poem by Patricia Denise Newman

I'm walking through cobwebs strung between trees
the spiders are busy once more,
also the squirrels searching out acorns
to bury for their winter store.

Autumn is with us, its wind blowing through,
leaving the trees standing bare,
the chill frosts of winter are nearly upon us,
as the insects are all too aware.

Hedgehogs and birds root around in the garden
searching for worms, snails and slugs,
preparing for winter, they scurry around,
it's not a safe time for the bugs.

Remember in summer the sight of a bee
or dragonfly hovering nearby,
the butterfly too held us in a trance
as it flew between flower and sky.

The long blowsy days and the warm languid nights
so welcome, we wished they could stay,
but not the small midges and insects that bite
nor the flies that invade us all day.

The ladybird, greenfly and wasps that abound
all have their own function and clime,
and where would we be in this nature-filled world
if insects weren't around all the time?