Looking in the hedgerow

at the dawning of a day.

I spy a wondrous beauty

that will swiftly pass away.

The night-time distillation,

of early morning dew,

anoints an outstretched cobweb,

with jewels of every hue.

Touched by golden sun rays,

every water droplet shines,

as if encrusted diamonds,

hang where a spider dines.

Then drying sunshine warmth,

each sparkling gem reclaims.

Revealing wondrous handiwork,

of scintillating frames.

The finest strands of gossamer,

form a web that is complete.

Symmetric in construction,

Nature's engineering feat.

Don Dickenson