Gossamer Snare
In pale dawn light, when dew drops glisten,
I listen to a chorus of larks as they chatter.
Scattered about my garden, lilies are in bloom.
Perfumed petals varnished by the fulgent sun.
Spun, is a tangled web between the leaves,
as a busy spider weaves a gossamer snare.
October 11, 2022
Bitesize Poem No. 53
A contest by Line Gauthier
Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2022
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