Spiders this year are abundant,
weaving their designs in front of the door,
across the path, over the windows
while we sleep,
using what they have at hand
to keep life afloat.
Our yard is carpeted with tight, pitchy fir cones
dropped from branch tips in preparation for winter’s lack
as squirrels yell at us as we tread on their feast.
Stellar jay screams obscenities
because we harvested the hazel nuts before he did.
We are all preparing creatively for winter.
©Sharron R. McMillan