Hallowed spider web
Woven in the night
Busily strung by one
Dewdrops ornate
Crystalizing her heart
The moon illuminates
Her work is finally done
What shall she snare
In the day or in the night
Of a sudden, a scent
Lilacs waft o’er her lair
Breezes offer a lullaby
The taste of lady bug
Fills her senses with joy.
~
© Carol Campbell
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Beautifully captured, Carol. 😉 Hugs!
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Thank you!
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Very nice=)
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Thank you! 🙂
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Poor Lady Bug!.. 🙂
Lovely poem Carol.. and yes I marvel often how those spiders build overnight.. I have had to apologise to many this past week in the garden.. But I did rescue a huge wolf spider that got indoors this week.. Its legs filled the bottom of a pint glass.. I told him to not come back indoors and placed him among the clematis. And I think he would soon find dinner. 🙂 ❤
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And a better one than he’d find indoors, huh? Thank you!
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Yes indeed 🙂
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very lovely poem to complement a lovely picture. well done!!
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Beautifully written poem and the image is gorgeous. 🙂
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Thank you!
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wow that’s one amazing spider! What a scene you spin in this poem!
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome 🙂
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🙂
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