The Regressive Arachnid

There is a spider on my wall
He visits here every spring
Returns and patiently waits
At least I think it is male
Though I might be wrong
The regressive arachnid
I named him in tribute of
His patience and determination
See him prone below the picture
Of large trees and rolling hills
Perhaps he longs to be there
Now she never comes to him
Unknowing how she loved him so
But best for her to stay away now
For he has grown so old and fat
And she is so hungry after winter