A biggish spider
dangling from a forgotten corner of the porch
suspended, dead, by its web,
endured the harsh Winter winds
and blowing rains of impending Spring.
It died in Autumn,
with legs curled to its abdomen,
fluttering at the end of its enduring silk,
looking remarkably like star anise.
Cate Covert has been regaling friends and family with her tall tales since she could talk. She loves engaging with her reading audiences. Her poetry, flash fiction, and humorous stories reside at Cate Covert on Chadashah.org and her Inspirational essays and bible studies at Pastora Cate’s Corner on Substack.
That’s a true spider picture. Charlotte would like it.
Thank you.
In quiet and so beautiful. Thank you.
Sweet, thank you.
I love this. Very evocative.
So kind of you to say.
Sadly, the many, many star anise I see, I cruelly vacuum up.
I’ll say a wee prayer next time.
You made me chuckle.
You are rich indeed to have so much star anise.
Something we hardly notice at times, and yet, you will have me looking now for those “star anise’s”. Wonderful!
Thank you!
A biggish spider that shall no longer enjoy the flies of it’s labor.
’tis sad, but true.
Poor little guy!!
Spiders don’t seem to live very long lives, but did I mention it was biggish? :-)