Signs of Fall

Webs.

Silent

Like dew drops

Dotting my bush

And letting me know

The spiders were busy

During the night as I slept

Creating works that would rival

Some pieces that are in museums.

Silken treasures that speak softly of Fall.

Note: This poetic form is an Etheree, a 10-line poem that starts with one syllable and adds a syllable in each succeeding line until there’s a total of 55 syllables. It can go from one to ten or in reverse from ten down to one, or can even double up and down both ways. I had to challenge myself to write one since my friend Linda writes some beauties!

P.S. My son Domer will be home next week, so I’ll be playing hooky from the blog. I’ll try to catch up with all of you when I return. Don’t start October without me!