Dew in the Morning - first try by Raymond A. Foss
It is 7 am And the world awakes. There’s dew in the morning.
Every tip of the serrated Wild strawberry leaves is gilded With a morning’s tear. The crown of each green Blueberry clutches A single dewdrop.
The carpet of moss is softened By the morning mist. Small spider webs in the Lawn hold pearls of dew, Outlining their maker’s artistry. New birch leaves Are ever greener.
Panes of mica in the Granite underfoot Hold a special sheen. The world is brighter When there is Dew in the morning.
Written June 18, 2000, over the course of the day.
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