Poem

Nature’s Chain

Nancy's Notes 🖊️🎶

Written for Crispina’s Crimson’s
Creative Challenge #049. I chose pic #4
Here’s where the image took me.

© Crispina Kemp

A tiny spinner, soft and slow,
Weaves a net where breezes blow.
Each silver line, a silent gleam,
A secret, sparkling, sunrise dream.

Then morning sun begins to rise,
And jewels appear before our eyes.
Small beads of dew, so pure and bright,
A magic dress of dawning light.

It sways and shines, a fragile lace,
Held gently in its hidden place.
A silent wonder, light and true,
For us to stop and gaze into.



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This is Garden Song” by Peter, Paul & Mary

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #049

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28 thoughts on “Nature’s Chain”

  1. Such a lovely poem Nancy you caught the delicate nature perfectly and these lines are fab :

    ‘Then morning sun begins to rise,/And jewels appear before our eyes.‘ Which is exactly what it’s like 🙌

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  8. Lovely weaving Nancy, … seems like we’ve had more spiders in the garden this year, … more woven beauties to wonder at, …( so long as they don’t weave by the back door , … I hate walking through them , wondering if the spiders are in my hair,…🕷️🕸️) 💙

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    1. Walking through invisible spider webs is never fun and that buggy feeling gives me the goosies. 🕸️ Surprising to hear you’ve had more spiders than usual this summer, considering it’s been so dry outside. 🕷️ Maybe they’ve been hiding from the heat! 😎

      Thank you, dear Penn.

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