Morning Dew
The spider web
On the meadow glaze,
Like an ocean
Of silver
Dream.
The glowing sheen,
of the sunshine gleam,
Diamond webs
That dance in the
Breeze.
The moistened dew
That bonds like glue,
Holding fast
To each fine
Thread.
It creates a scene
of early dawns dream,
Paints a picture of such
Etiquette.
Then the sunrise high
Returns dew to the skies,
Then gone is the ocean of
Web.
© Jamest West
