Webs Poem by Anne Brooke

Webs



The morning hums
with spiders,
thick white webs
casting shadows
on damp earth

and I am again
entangled by autumn’s
quiet expectation,
quivering
in the air’s soft thrum.

Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn
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