Friday, May 24, 2013


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. 

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