Late autumn blisters yellow and black,
as garden spiders weave silver webs
linked to brown field grass.
Spiders hang plumb-like from strands.
We boys trap them in jars and take them
to Spider Island.
Some fall in the water,
drown in a futile clutching. Some spin
webs in private frenzy. Some wait patiently
for the familiar tug in its web.
Bay View Spiders | It’s about the boy’s autumn excursions in the fields and around his boyhood world. Spiders were a fascination.
3 USD – Check/cash only – payable to Wolfsong Pubs., 3123 S. Kennedy Dr., Sturtevant, WI 53177 USA. query: firstname.lastname@example.org – Allow 2 weeks. Provide complete street mailing address. Buy 3 get the 4th one free