All Change

Sunny colour is gone from the blooms.
The butterflies packed up and left.
Dull brown are their once purple rooms,
unoccupied, dusty, bereft.

But wait, someone's changing the beds.
Fresh visitors occupy rooms:
spiders are spinning their threads
on magic invisible looms.

Though summer has turned into autumn,
the sweet destination remains:
a colourful, popular garden
that no tiny creature disdains.

© Celia Warren 2021

There are cobwebs galore in our garden, brought to bejewelled life by plentiful raindrops. There's a bit of poetic licence going on here, as the cobweb picture I've chosen isn't on the buddleia that inspired my poem.