Spider Cottage

The cottage grown
after 15 years
dark and foreboding
the dry grass roof harboring bugs
a spider's feast


A brewing
bigger than
a pot of tea
a storm
whipped up fast by the winds of mortality
unbroken by the hedge of family
that was lost in a long ago storm

watch close the lantern
in a wind like that
with a roof like that
gone all too soon.

In pictures there are roses
growing
a picket fence
in life there are the thorns
and fast fires jump the hearth
and deep brooding days
and quick moments of sweetness
so small and tart and cool
they could be
raspberries