A dozen plump oranges were hanging from the tree.
A dozen plump spiders had encircled each one
with a dozen white webs.
Kitty tried to bat one away
but it just crawled toward the couch
and back again.
You sprayed them with water
but the fruit couldn’t be saved.
Except by me waking up.
Which I did,
and killed them
the only way I know how.
© 2023 Jennifer Wagner
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It’s still a few weeks away from the yellow-gray of November. And even further from here. In the desert, the air has shifted to cooler—not 118, but now 80. The heat is more of a hug than a grizzly’s maul. The Valley of the Sun is not cool and dreary come autumn. It’s a valley of a different color. Kind color—sweet, perhaps. And it feels more like the mountaintop. After all, we survived summer.
bougainvillea
a wave of color
at summer’s finish line
© 2023 Jennifer Wagner
dVerse Haibun Monday: Fall foliage or Spring blossoms
(I’m posting too late for the link.)