Spider webs (Photo by V. Nesdoly)
EXPOSED!
Through the summer night and day
spider spins her life away
weaving gossamer entrapments
for her unsuspecting prey.
Threads from clothes upon the line
between my beans upon the vine
and when I go through my front door
I break more threads ticklish and fine.
Until one misty day in fall
from tiny shrubs to cedars tall
each lacy trap in white is sketched.
The fog has come, exposing all!
© 2015 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)
I wrote this poem quite a few years ago, when I still had a garden. But it’s as true as ever. Each year at about this time, I’ll go out one misty morning to see spider webs everywhere. Busted!
This post is linked to Poetry Friday, hosted today by poetry farmer extraordinaire, Amy LV at The Poem Farm.
Violet Nesdoly / poems 
Brenda Davis Harsham
October 16, 2015 at 6:23 am
I love that misty morning when the webs are like mist, shaped into huge snowflakes. Great photo and poem.
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Violet Nesdoly
October 16, 2015 at 7:29 am
Thank you, Brenda. What a great comparison–spider web snowflakes!
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Brenda Davis Harsham
October 17, 2015 at 12:25 am
Your beautiful picture was the inspiration. 🙂
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Tabatha
October 16, 2015 at 6:26 am
What a gorgeous photo, Violet! I like “gossamer entrapments” and the clandestine mood that you disrupt with the exposure at the end!
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Violet Nesdoly
October 16, 2015 at 7:46 am
Thanks Tabatha. I remember the feeling of smugness I had when I saw all those webs the first time it happened. I was shocked at how many there were, I mean, they were everywhere! No wonder I kept running into them.
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amyludwigvanderwater
October 16, 2015 at 7:14 am
“Busted!” I am laughing! So so true. That comparison to clothes on the line and the thought of them all appearing when fog comes…perfect. And what a photo! I always try to take photos of spiderwebs, but they never look like this. Happy Poetry Friday! xo
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Violet Nesdoly
October 16, 2015 at 7:33 am
Thanks Amy and for hosting! As for those web photos, it takes just the right amount of dew and a certain slant of light. Patience + serendipity. 😉
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Kimberley Payne
October 16, 2015 at 7:28 am
Reblogged this on Science & Faith Matters and commented:
Did you know that you can find the spider in the Bible? Check out Job 8:14 and in Adam’s Animals – Fun Facts about God’s Creation you’ll find the spider featured on page 78.
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Violet Nesdoly
October 16, 2015 at 7:41 am
Thank you, Kim! You’re such an encouragement.
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lsteinglass
October 16, 2015 at 7:59 am
Love the poem and the photo! Yes, I know exactly what you mean. On those days you can really see the webs I discover that our dense green bushes are spider apartment buildings.
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Violet Nesdoly
October 17, 2015 at 7:06 pm
Love your picture of bushes as spider apartment buildings. Indeed. I wonder if they are aware of each others space?
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jama
October 16, 2015 at 8:17 am
Those are some gorgeous webs! Thanks for the lovely poem — gossamer entrapments indeed :).
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Violet Nesdoly
October 17, 2015 at 6:49 pm
Thank you so much, Jama!
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LInda Baie (@LBaie)
October 16, 2015 at 11:49 am
We just so rarely have fog & mist, perhaps in the night, but oh you’ve captured these so beautifully, in the picture & the words, Violet. Spectacular! I wrote of spiders last week too, but those who enter at this time, not at their best like yours!
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Violet Nesdoly
October 17, 2015 at 7:01 pm
Thanks Linda! My grandkids, with their sharp eyes and keen observation have given me a new appreciation for all things critter.
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margaretsmn
October 16, 2015 at 3:02 pm
That bit of irony when fog exposes the web. Love your image. Spiders are fascinating.
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Violet Nesdoly
October 17, 2015 at 6:49 pm
Thanks Margaret! Trust you to pick up on that little detail about the fog exposing something for a change 😉
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joyacey
October 17, 2015 at 1:37 pm
Violet,
I love the picture and the rhyme scheme on you poem is lovely. Thank you for sharing your fall with me. Cacti do not change colors in the fall.
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Violet Nesdoly
October 17, 2015 at 6:47 pm
Spending the fall with cacti would be a new experience for me! What are the signs of fall where you live?
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Michelle Heidenrich Barnes
October 17, 2015 at 1:44 pm
Exquisite, Violet! You capture such beautiful moments in film and words.
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Violet Nesdoly
October 17, 2015 at 6:46 pm
Thank you so much, Michelle!
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maryleehahn
October 18, 2015 at 4:59 am
Wow. Gorgeous photo, and your poem is all kinds of perfect. I DID catch the ironic twist at the end, with the fog exposing for once, instead of hiding! Well done!
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Violet Nesdoly
October 18, 2015 at 5:37 am
Thanks, Mary Lee! 😉
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