My houseplants have been outside all summer.
I never know why, but, they bloom, mushroom, and grow faster then I.
The moon white as vinilla sends an evening chill
precluding an early frost, at dawn.
They must now, be carried inside. They always adorn the kitchen’s light
hanging from skylight windows;
safely unscathed from winters might.
Happily, we welcomed each other going inside.
Carrying them through the porch, opening the kitchen door,
I heard the chitter chatter of a tiny voice. Barely heard but definitely noticed;
forcing me to closely look at the plant as I quickly put it on the floor.
I was a little concerned about my state of mind. A worry since I was born.
I followed a low key voice, peering cautiously through the leaves
I spied a tiny silver spider web laced between the green.
On closer inspection, I saw two critters with long little legs;
One in the center and the other on the furthest edge.
the one speaking, in the center, standing on four legs
was trying, I believe, to introduce himself .
“hey! Big Guy! Bigger of biggest fellows!
I apologize for my intrusion, speaking for the half of which I, represent.
This of course, includes only me, for the other half has not yet spoken.
I am asking for your support, in avoiding the outside tonight.
For me, Big Guy, you show wisdom and insight.
Saving us, where we might die; along with this plants caretakers,
may I humbly add, our parents and grandparents, came from these parts.
We’re third generation from this house inside.”
Startled as he spoke I fell dumb as a fence post.
“Hey you! Snap out of it! Hey! Big Guy! Bigger of biggest fellows!
I’ve just heard from the other half. The Mrs. and I, have agreed to plea.
To sit between the leaves; to quietly enjoy the season go by.”
Aghast, with natural concern, I pushed the plant away from my face.
Carrying it, I quickly went inside. Making a pot a coffee setting a cup in the saucer with a spoon
I decided to introduce myself. Placing the plant on the kitchen table,
and facing the shinny silver web, we started talking away.
Incessantly. Reminiscing, laughing,
drinking fresh coffee and spinning silver threads, we spoke about our parents,
grandparents, and all visiting inhabitants,
as the dimming light of Autumn went flying by.