Crystal Morning
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The Cameo form was not included in the list of selections.
(A Triple Cameo)
I backed
out of the garage,
glanced at the Alberta spruce tree
and paused,
delighted to see it framed by
a halo of crystal light
from rain.
Surprise
nighttime visitors,
in toil until the break of sun,
spin and spin
to weave gossamer funnel homes
then retreat and wait to catch
a bug.
Like Ice,
crystal moisture drops
sparkle in avant-garde sunrays,
to unmask
delicate funnel spider webs
that cling to the top of each
seed pod.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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