Spider time
Leafless
now your garden stands
veiled
in cobweb clocks.
The
silent spinners
finger
sticky trampolines,
parachute
shrouded grass.
Rustlings whisper
your compass points
in your hazy daze.
Dig
with murmuring moles or
beat
tired wings
to
azure heights,
to
read the honeyed leaf
on
dappled green
where
wet dog trees shake
their
wistful tears.
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