Going Home

A Poem by spider

The rain appeared, arctic
Spattered the duck board
As angry pellets flinched
And recoiled

Boathouse dank, bleak
Galley proofing transpire
Moist and humid
With sense of Frangelico
And bitter almonds

The sord chattered
With new fervor
And feeders sojourned
Past darkled dawn

Composition turned to
Decomposition
Place in basket
Not to collate

Wits and writer’s block
Onset of migraine
Twinge
With visual disturbance
And sorrow

Write of grief
She is not coming back
Time heals
Do not die

Spring frontward
Go home

Sun is aching to flicker
Drop downbeat design
Bloom buds of dreams