Autumn Spider Poems

Spider rests on the faded web, content
Easy autumn, leaves crumbling into dust,
Pastel moon aglow, watches their descent.

Joy rises from every momentous gust,
Blessings flowing on gentle...

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Weaving a web, light
Falling in shafts of weightless
Ingenuity
Laughing like stardust
Reflecting silent moments
Does it catch the fly?
Gloating in colors
Hues of delicate sunlight,
Risking graceful rays,
Will she catch...

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Autumn Arachnid Drink

Spider
Cider

The Bridge Spider

Spider
glider

The Goliath Birdeater

Wider
Spider

The Wolf Spiders’ Babies

Spider’s
Riders

An Aquatic Spider

Strider
Spider

Spider on Ice

Spider
Slider

Spider to Beware of

Spider
Hider

The Fickle Spider

Flighty
spidey

Cleanest Cobwebs in Town

Tidy
spidey

Daddy Long Legs

Fatty
Daddy

November 10,...

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Our window
Outside
Is filthy with autumn webs

The spiders tricked
By kitchen lights
Supplanting the appetite of summer sunrises

Orphaned leaf
Tangles and struggles
Strumming the harp to this windy day

House strokes...

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Shadows like spider webs across the lane
Shape-shifting slowly as the sun drifts
Across oranges of autumn making the hills sing.
I think of waning summer days and
Autumn's...

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Annabel walks her eight legged friend
On a leash for the sake of safety into town
On a cold day born straight from autumn
At least the chill...

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Yamaguchi Seishi haiku modern English translations

Grasses wilt:
the braking locomotive
grinds to a halt.
—Yamaguchi Seishi, loose translation by Michael R. Burch

Ceaseless chaos—
ice floes clash
in the Soya straits.
—Yamaguchi...

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The Debate

as i sit upon my porch 
the red orange sun dying like a torch 
the strangest conversation i overheard 
a spider and a mantis...

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The web grows daily strand by strand.
There is no escape from this sticky mess.
Each turn creates an inescapable net.
Oh to be rid of the spider...

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The itty-bitty spider knew 
he had to web his site.
He was in the corner of breakfast nook.
I watched him all night.
He went up the line...

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At the stump of the fig tree
where sweetness and fragrance
have long departed
a rain spider has built a nest
of autumn-dried leaves
covered with a blanket
of delicate silk.

I...

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Blind Arachne spins
A veil of shimmering white
For her wedding feast...

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