Spider Web

Stefan Fiedorowicz  combustus.net

Stefan Fiedorowicz     combustus.net

An old man
has no need
for a timepiece
   a pocket watch
   grandfather clock
   even a calendar
to tell it’s time
to pack away
the season

The spider
spins her silk
in the pale light
   of a turning leaf
   in damp dawn dew
   without whisper
shouts It’s time
to consider

So sweep
out the cellar
of cobweb & dust
   put up the dreams
   the carrots & beans
   in old mason jars
against a winter’s
insatiable cold
and weep

“She is saying it’s time that the swinging were done with,
time that the creaking and pinging and popping
that sang through the ceiling were past,
time now for the soft vibrations of moths . . .” ~ Ted Kooser


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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5 Responses to Spider Web

  1. Nice, enjoyed reading

    Liked by 1 person

  2. This is beautiful!! Love it.


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