Bejeweled With Dew Poem by Saiom Shriver

Bejeweled With Dew



With her eight thimbles
on hands so nimble
she weaves through the night...
but not til dawn is her web
made beautiful by dawn's
water and light...
bejeweled with dew..
shining with the sun.

Yet do spiders too
need to reform their ways?

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