Arachne's Web

The morning dew has settled

And has gently laid tiny pearls of moisture

Along the green grass blades

Along the black, cold, rod iron gate

Along the cars resting in their driveways

Nothing is more lovely than the spider web

Each intricate weave is laced in tiny droplets

It conjures thoughts of how our lives are so much like the seemingly fragile web

Built by our own hands

So fragile looking yet stronger than we let ourselves believe

An instrument to capture

Hopes

Dreams

Love

Author's Note

22 January 2011