spider web

A
SPIDER
WEB

Over the lake
Grey-fog sheet floats
Past the dock
And sleeping boats.

Rippling circles
Small then wide
Fish wake up
To the lighter side.

Across the way
Stretch shakey trees
Blinking yellow
In September's breeze.

Crick, crack, thud,
Walnut husks drop,
Limbs bend low
Then snap and flop.

Off the roof roll
To the water's edge.
Mrs. Squirrel sees silver
For babes, her pledge.

Thirsty sun still
Sipping the fog
A loud breakfast burp
From a loud croaky frog

But I've seen all,
So I believe,
And for the road
It's time to leave

Then sun sighs shadows
And I receive...
Before my face --
A Damascus weave.