Barbara Gorelick Poet I do not know?

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.

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Team Poetrysoup August 13, 2022 at 6:32 PM Beauty can certainly be found anywhere.

Fritz Purdum November 16, 2008 at 3:09 PM Lovely poem, I can see with the words you've written-Fritz Purdum

November 16, 2008 at 11:27 AM It's amazing the beauty you can find in nature if you only take the time to really look. Nice view here. You may want to change its to it's in the last line. I enjoyed this poem. Thank you for sharing it and for your kind words on my haiku. Keep on writing!! Karen

Carrie Richards November 16, 2008 at 9:21 AM Love this, Barbara! This is an example of an everyday beautiful gift given to us, that often go unoticed. Pefect little poem! ~ Carrie

Nigel Fawcett November 16, 2008 at 9:10 AM Wow, I love this Barbara. I always gasp at the beauty of dew threaded spiders' webs. Wonderfully described and with a lovely touch of philosophy at the end. Love, Nigel