Poem of the Day

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Winter Ablutions

 

Spider walks with shivery legs

to the edge of his dew-laden home, then waits –

perched on the bottom thread.

His white web of winter droplets

absorbs the morning sun.

Crouch

spring up

balance back on thread

hold tight.

Dew drops fall and spider

enjoys his morning shower.

Clean.

 

Caroline Tuohey
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #11