Autumn Spiders

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 its white whiskers Time Never looks over its shoulder Or around the corner I sit still With broom and rag not lifted Upstairs I hear Yesterday’s patter Of my faded children Climbing from bed in their pajamas While I hum to myself With the autumn spiders.