Waiting for spider webs

Winter stalks us, through the maze of fall colors.

Frosty mornings and bright fall leaves tell the tale.

Summer is gone and spring is only dream’d of distantly.

 

Flies seek shelter in the house, buzzing madly.

Birds eat seeds before venturing further south.

Northern lights sparkle and snap in the colder air.

 

Winter seeks us, through grey clouds and north winds.

Frost dabs the last of the flowers in an icy shroud.

Summer has fled from us, taking her long days with her.

 

Cattle and horses browse the last fall grasses, hay waits.

Little boys dream of snow forts, sledding and Christmas.

Mama’s wait for spider webs, the promise of Indian summer.

 

Winter pauses before us, as the sun shines bright and webs fly.

Frost flees quickly before a warm fall sun, a last snap of summer!

Summer left the spider webs and when they fly so will summer’s shadow.

 

Last warm days mean playing in fields and putting things away.

Fall suppers, brightly colored grasses and warm afternoons

Give us one last taste of summer before the chill winter comes home.

 

Winter wait for us, don’t come yet. I’m not done with fall’s warmth.

Frost, hold your chilly brushes and paint here not yet.

Summer, don’t flee yet. Leave with the spider webs when they fly.

 

Copyright 2011 Shanyn Silinski

For Gooseberry http://gooseberrygoespoetic.blogspot.com/2011/10/poetry-picnic-week-10-nature-forest.html

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12 Comments

  1. Morning said,

    October 26, 2011 at 4:20 pm

    this is rich and tasty, love it.

    smiles.

    Happy Poetry Picnic.
    🙂

    • shanyns said,

      October 26, 2011 at 8:15 pm

      Glad there were some morsels you enjoyed, it’s been a great picnic!

  2. Classic NYer said,

    October 26, 2011 at 5:56 pm

    This is beautiful and very well crafted… I love the sudden surprise of an Indian summer.

    • shanyns said,

      October 26, 2011 at 8:16 pm

      Thanks for coming by, and it is always a wonderful treat to have a nice Indian summer!

  3. October 26, 2011 at 6:15 pm

    Frost, hold your chilly brushes and paint here not yet.

    Summer, don’t flee yet. Leave with the spider webs when they fly.

    you write such playful and charming lines, well done.
    🙂

    • shanyns said,

      October 26, 2011 at 8:14 pm

      Thanks 🙂 it’s great you came by and I”m so pleased you found some lines to enjoy!

  4. October 26, 2011 at 6:18 pm

    Oh I’m with you all the way on this one. Do not want to see the end of Autumn, it brings winter too quickly and it lasts too long here.
    Lovely prose.

  5. October 26, 2011 at 8:35 pm

    I love this! Oh and the flies, yes they are on my last nerve. I have one buzzing about me right now… So not ready for winter. Thanks for sharing your beautiful words 🙂

    • shanyns said,

      October 27, 2011 at 12:02 am

      You are welcome Mel, and thanks for coming by. Grrrr @ the flies! They can buzz off!

  6. ZQ said,

    October 26, 2011 at 11:32 pm

    Very nice read. Thank you.

    • shanyns said,

      October 27, 2011 at 12:01 am

      Thank you for coming by! I appreciate that you did!


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