Frost on the Web
So beautiful the spiders gift on a frosty morning
Frost on the Web
A spider’s web, so fine and true,
Caught in the frost, a silver hue.
Each thread is dressed in crystal bright,
Glistening softly in morning light.
The delicate strands, like threads of lace,
Hold winter’s beauty in their place.
A fragile art, so pure and small,
A frozen masterpiece, that’s all.
The spider weaves with silent grace,
Each pattern forms a sacred space.
Her hands so small, her skill so vast,
A work of wonder, made to last.
With whispers of night, the dawn awakes,
Gently kissing the frost as it breaks.
Each shimmer brings a tale of old,
Of nature’s magic, a story told.
The frost will fade, the sun will rise,
But in this moment, beauty lies.
A spider’s gift, a quiet gleam,
In the winter’s gentle, frosty dream.
Through chilly air and brisk embrace,
The web will glow in nature’s grace.
So pause a while, let your heart feel,
The beauty crafted in winter’s seal.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
Love the poem - Nicely Done!!!
Spider webs frosted over or covered in dew do make for some interesting artwork. Great work.
Love the intricate dance of the spider and the frosted web!