In this, the season for nightmares
and spiders, various shapes of horror show,
strong blown up ghosts that haunt in wee hours
and long moulded memories growing new fungi.
But the nights are short now, so
I rise early to beat them to it.
Eagerly I go downstairs to see
the sun rise if I am lucky, and forget
what I just saw in the figments
that linger in darkness.
Over coffee I am almost back
to the real world where all is well,
opened are the curtains. I am set.
One spider that escaped the dream,
came with me from the bedroom floor
to keep my feet some company,
it looks as if in need of shelter, or
still shocked from its own nightmare
that might have been about the likes of me.
Daylight creeps over the floor boards.
We wait and there she is, the sun.
The spider and me both enjoy, aha!
the warmth, the light. We bond a bit,
we nearly hug, but then I shriek it far away.
Almost forgot: I am afraid of spiders! Duh!