Dew SpidersA droplet of water
Suspended from a leaf
Is brimming with reflections
Dark and light.
Last nights spider webs
Are laced in moisture
And adorn every bush, tree and crop of grass
The spiders have been busy.
Your eyelids open slowly
As if emerging from sleep
You notice something has changed.
There is more scope, more expanse,
more landscape in the world behind your eyes.
There is no doubt about it, you're growing.
You wriggle your fingers and toes very slowly
as if to fully fill them with new dimensionality.
Next your attention turns to the webs.
Some are as circular as they are symmetrical,
others are spiky and extending long threads out
to span and connect larger distances.
A frog leaps over your foot
but otherwise the world is still
beneath a close mist that guards all sight.
Written: 30 Aug 2016
Poetry by Maija Liepins
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Written on 2017-01-06 at 00:40
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