It glistens in the autumn shine
Ensnaring flies from time to time
Against my wall
While the leaves lay scattered at my feet
Their colours interwoven, neat
Slight vestiges of summer heat
In Autumn’s hall.
Rustling wind, billowing clouds
Dark shadows clothe the trees like shrouds
Their silhouettes are stark and bowed
I gaze aloft
A single plane with smoky trail
Makes lacy patterns o’er the vale
So man and spider never fail
Their art to waft.
(c) Poet in the woods 2013
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