Misty Morning

Field at dawn with spider web

I approach the misty field with the anticipation of a child on Christmas morning.
Last night a spider was at work here.
And I know now where I will find her.

single strand of silk across path

I watched as she laid down the spokes of a giant wheel, scrambling back and forth from the center to each edge. A framework on which to build--the finest silk strands anchored firmly.
Barely seen, yet perfectly placed.
Then wound them ‘round and ‘round.
And the field slipped into darkness.

Orb weaver web heavy with dew

The heaviness of a late summer’s day is left here by this cool morning. Draped like a cord of small white lights, twinkling in the first rays of sun.
The finest glass beads along each thread, bend but do not break it.



Until, with the rising light they vanish.
And the magic of a misty morning is gone.

our tree draped with lights
Christmas morning 2007