Surprises....

MORNING'S SILVER SURPRISE

The warmth of dawn drew me from

The shelter of the night.

I entered the damp silver air

And was welcomed by the tune

Of rhythmic dripping from the leaves.

As I wandered about the familiar paths

The light grew stronger.

I looked into the garden on the east side

And was bewildered.

There upon the tall grasses sat white

Strangely shaped structures, still wet from rain.

I went to explore their formations,

Looking much like feathers from a distance.

Nearer to them, I could see that

They were delicate, silken webs.

They sat on low grasses, like faerie bowls

And within the openings of the garden fence

Like tiny bug nets.

And there! There ...strung within the fork

Of the fragile branches of a vine,

Were theads of silver, beaded with crystal dew drops!

Treasures in my garden....awaiting my awakening

And my awareness.

KBW 3-14-2012