Gossamer Itty Bitty

Written by: craig cornish

Crisp morning air hung on a blossom's breath,
Dew, like diamond dust, glistened on gossamer.
A light loon's laugh lifted the sun
On a lazy hazy horizon.
The only thing I thought and wondered
As I sat silently sipping my coffee,
Is why I had never seen gossamer fly,
It had only drifted in my dreams...