crossing half-filled space and time
of a waxing moon
he brushes a web
terrified of a creature
shadowing moonlight
it spins silken strings
shimmering in lunar glow –
an orb-weaver lives
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clouds move through night sky
crossing half-filled space and time of a waxing moon he brushes a web terrified of a creature shadowing moonlight it spins silken strings shimmering in lunar glow – an orb-weaver lives
Sue Clayton
7/2/2021 04:54:12 am
Striking picture, Andrew.
Andrew Carter
7/2/2021 12:07:00 pm
Thanks, Sue. I brushed a spider away as I was gathering veges at night for dinner. I found it had spun again before I did another vegetable run when it struck me how ignorant I was to brush a harmless spider's web based on my unwarranted fear. It's amazing how resilient spiders are, and the beauty of a spider's web which I tried to highlight with the moon in this string of haiku.
Sue Clayton
8/2/2021 05:36:20 am
Great comment, Andrew. If I find a spider in the house I put it outside. And aren't their webs just beautiful with the morning dew on them.
Andrew Carter
10/2/2021 01:46:16 am
Great idea, Sue. I used to spray the huntsman spiders with bug spray when I lived in the city. Now the word 'bug' bugs me. It looked awful watching them shrivel up from the poison but you don't know until you know. So many species vanishing from Earth and, if we lose the bees we're all gone. Comments are closed.
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