Such industry and purpose so revealed,
as glittering tracks of finely frozen light,
the frost which clung to closely woven web,
knitted through the grass in deepest night.

There was a moment in the brittle dawn,
a spidered blanket brightly wrought is seen,
before the sun would bring a sudden melt,
and it is gone, as if it’s never been. 


About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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2 Responses to Spiders

  1. julespaige says:

    This reminded me of photos I have seen where the lawns are covered in these beautiful ‘blankets.’

  2. rosross says:

    That is what it looked like Jules.

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