exposed!

Exposed


Through the summer night and day

Spider spins her life away,

Weaving gossamer entrapments

For her unsuspecting prey.

Threads from clothes upon the line,

Between my beans upon the vine

And when I go through my front door,

I break more threads ticklish and fine.

Until one frosty day in fall

From tiny shrubs to pine tree tall

Each lacy trap in white is sketched.

The frost has come, exposing all!

© 2002 by V. Nesdoly 

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This poem came true today - only it wasn't frost that exposed the spider webs, but dew. I have been waiting forever to see this phenom again with just the right lighting and camera in hand (I wrote the ditty after the first sighting some years ago). Today was my lucky day!