Drawing from a Photograph: Memorium for Dead Spiders

[Don Schaeffer]

[Singletracklovr]

Nicely done Don. I remember your original photo/poem post on this subject and liked it. Now this is a level or two above that.

[Frog]

Hey, Don. This is one of your finer ones.
Can you give us the text of the poem......rather hard to read with my old eyes.

[Don Schaeffer]

Thanks Bob and Frog.

Memorium for Dead Spiders


Cold beings,
whisps of fright,
whom ice kills
I see your shells,
leftovers of your feedings
hidden in silk,
packages we fear to open.

We scrape you
and drop you
to the dead grass
after snow has
seeped away and
risen into clouds.

As the sun brings
camouflage to the
stiffened structures of your lives.
time brings new hunters
among the leaves,
new traps and pouncings.

[Frog]

Thank you, Don!