defending his territory

The fruit hangs heavy

beneath thick, green branches;

sun-baked in crimson succulence

and glistening with dew.


The orb spider stands guard

among the shuddering strands,

darting to investigate

his disturbed traplines.


I hesitate before his domain,

reluctant to intrude.

Gathering other fruit,

I leave the one for him.


Such wealth is ours

when gardens overflow

with enough to share and more

for me and the spider.



About dswan2

Poet, author, columnist, lyricist, mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, wife of 50 years. Born and raised in America's Heartland
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