Day 9 — ladened with dew
The morning, dripping with dew as each web is respun.
The slightest of wisps softly lifts from the surface as the sun clears a crystal path of warmth across this pond. Yes, the warm day already encroaches, as i pop open the top of my morning coffee* here in my nest whose sticks surround me with the lithe movement and grace of Matisse’s ringed dancers upon the blue painted surface.
*diet coke