The Spider and the Dew
The Spider and the Dew
This morning, my fingers curled around my cup,
I went to the window, musing about the coming day..
By the step, glistening with dew, a newly spun web.
It shown like jewels strung with abandon.
Its fragile beauty left me almost disbelieving..
Can the spider know the beauty before him?
Perhaps it's his reward for his magnificent weaving.
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2008
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