Forecast
Forecast
The voluminous spider web sways
in the early morning haze,
invisible against the light fog.
Countless compartments
woven from memory
decorate the open gate.
Drops of dew
dust the spun traces.
An early car in the alley
catches the web in its lights.
Shimmering, doe like, it sparkles
and springs to life.
I walk through the gate,
snagged by fine silvery threads
unraveling on my sleeve,
and hope it's the only death
to find me today.
©Katherine M. Searle
searlek@mail.davenport.k12.ia.us
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